February 11, 2011

The Throne

By Tony Brown

She
is at last upon
the throne of
comfortable
new.
Formerly
abraded
by wind
and steady
insult, she
imagined
a lotion
that soothed
below skin-
deep, and
it happened.
Others wanted
it, she held it
for her own,
and now she
is on the throne
of comfortable
new skin.
Sometimes,
selfish
heals. Some-
times, it
is not selfish
at all.

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About Tony Brown

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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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