NecessaryA Poem by Nicola Taylor
The thumpthumpthumping, I'm told, feels like home.
I suppose, being made from the muscle of stone makes the consistency necessary. But, to me it's just abrading; most life is hardly necessary and home is only a social construct made from ripples in the blood and air in the lungs. © 2010 Nicola TaylorReviews
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