My Little Oysters

I call your eyes
‘my little oysters’
as if they were each

a world
I could own

I know better

I can own nothing
of you

but it helps me
to pretend

that your eyes
contain everything I need

and that I could
take them in

in one swift swallow

and that then
you would see
what is inside me

insane, insane

I tell myself

but still
I am
so hungry

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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