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After Eating It All

Here’s how much I want
to care for someone else right

now: not at all.
I am low.

Dirt-low, boot-heel-low, snake-belly-low
and I’ll stay there.

Don’t nudge
or hound, slap me,

prod me, please.
You’ll lose a toe, a finger or hand,

an arm to the shoulder. It’s less than
I’ve lost already – self-

respect, dignity, standing
in your eyes, compassion.

But then again, it’s mine
to lose, after all.

Posted 12/15/11
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