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One Poem Only is a daily ritual: one poem, center stage, just for now.
“Once a palm reader told me”Ariel KashaOnce a palm reader told memy head and my heart linelay completely intertwinedShe called it "steamy palms"no separation between the two.she said it makes me an incredible loverbut I would never be able to experience a casual connection.I asked if I could unzip my heart from skin and place it on icethe drive through sex line seems so easy.unfortunately my body does not seem to digestsynthetic meatfast food is deadand i want to eat lifebut my heart has stitchesand I am weary of sewingshe shook her head,a taste will never sufficea soul that was made to devourand be swallowed whole.turns outshe wasa very good palm reader.More from Ariel Kasha ↓
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If you’d like to support the show, Substack and Patreon members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook.
Feed yourself poetry every day.
By Maggie DeversOne Poem Only is a daily ritual: one poem, center stage, just for now.
“Once a palm reader told me”Ariel KashaOnce a palm reader told memy head and my heart linelay completely intertwinedShe called it "steamy palms"no separation between the two.she said it makes me an incredible loverbut I would never be able to experience a casual connection.I asked if I could unzip my heart from skin and place it on icethe drive through sex line seems so easy.unfortunately my body does not seem to digestsynthetic meatfast food is deadand i want to eat lifebut my heart has stitchesand I am weary of sewingshe shook her head,a taste will never sufficea soul that was made to devourand be swallowed whole.turns outshe wasa very good palm reader.More from Ariel Kasha ↓
Support + Stay Connected to OPO
If you’d like to support the show, Substack and Patreon members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook.
Feed yourself poetry every day.