In a plain white number 10
I mailed you my spleen
shrunk to the size of a penny
after all this death
and inescapable
inexplicable misery.
Spleen is spleen
and some people carry it
proudly and righteously
favored possession
ripe and bulging
bursting with puss
straight to their raging end.
I mailed you my spleen
shrunk to the size of a penny
after all this death
and inescapable
inexplicable misery.
Spleen is spleen
and some people carry it
proudly and righteously
favored possession
ripe and bulging
bursting with puss
straight to their raging end.
Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres. Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.
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