I've cultivated this, tooA Poem by Alejandro EspinozaI've cultivated this, too. A poem by Alejandro Manuel Espinoza Anymore I never show my true visage, instead keeping it from his conundrums, which in some day had clothed me in an electric blanket and fed me to ward off any detriment, but anymore I don't think of that. I wear a mask to the dinner table, as he labors over a boiling pot and oven mitts and spoons the contents into my open bowl, wrought with justified lament. I make my conversation valueless, and between us a distortion is beginning to grow as I watch it in a Petri dish. May the day come when I shall cease loathing him And his hairs are too grey to start over again? © 2010 Alejandro EspinozaAuthor's Note
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