This poem is for my friend monna; you can read her excellent poetry here.
Rust
Everything
eventually
arteries
even
human
plumbing
don’t, she
said, speak that way
about
love
or other
forms of hunger
the ferrous
quality of
blood
to blame
oxygen and
water to the heart
given sufficient
time
a corroded
carotid
will disintegrate
with the redox loss
of
electrons, friable
flaking
it starves
on what it
feeds, red teeth
the texture
of craving
cracking
expanding
exacting everything
eventually
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