ConversationA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoConversation paradoxical complaints i whine and dine you to death you reach out from the grave with your dagger eyes protrusions of cold steel and i am dragged six-feet under with the supposition that you will love me until my bones turn to your dust and the dark soil becomes my permanent residence that blade that is your smile digs through my flannel disposition to the heart that lies on your plate until the waiter sets dessert upon our headstones. erin-cilberto 12/8/2020 © 2020 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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7 Reviews Added on December 20, 2020 Last Updated on December 20, 2020 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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