Everyone wants a piece of me.
So take one,
Invite yourself for seconds
And indulge in a sinful third.
Use a rusted fork as your weapon of choice
And dig through the burnt crust of my heart,
Right down into the tart blackberry core.
But please make note of its bitter aftertaste.
You can blame my unfair Sophia for that!
She claimed to love me
But women lie…
They all lie!
Everyone wears masks…
Everyone disguises themselves as allies.
You always take a portion of my soul,
Inviting yourself for thirsty seconds,
Indulging in thirds, if there are any leftovers.
© 2011 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as CURIOSITY
Excerpt from the forthcoming Caution Tape Poetry Chapbook:
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