The Poetry Project


Kira Clark

What is this
allegiance to suffering

Why am I
on my way
to stupid work
gassy and older

Why have I
lost so much
blood Why is my
blood not special

Who is the man
who put his body
next to mine
while I slept
in South Padre
Island texas
Pretended to sleep
as he mashed
his small hairy
pouch into my
squishy ripe back

I’ve got nothing
left but my own
life to attend to
Is that a
large enough
a pure enough
project A work
of impressive
enough scale

Oh how I still
long to be
displayed on some
flat white wall

I don’t know
I’m just eating
an egg
until I die

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