
A Real Boy
If I were a real
boy, really here, I would not
splinter, I would not
shiver to pieces
before your truly kind eyes,
in your honey arms.
If I were naked
I would be shamed all at once
that you would see dead
wood sluff off me.
Dust
gathers in my clothes and puffs
off me as I duck
around the corner.
Maybe tomorrow I'll be
more real than today.
August 3, 2010 8:14 AM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.