Napkin

Napkin

A Poem by Dith

Nobody wants to read
A rape poem
I keep telling
Myself, my voice
Nobody wants to eat
Their own entrails
I keep telling
Myself, my

The boys stall adult life
I just want to write a rape
Poem on their wrists
Or anyone’s wrist for
That matter is most dreadful
Wipe the napkin to your mouth
I eat the bugs after watching
Their thin procession across
The kitchen floor

© 2009 Dith


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Added on December 2, 2009

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Dith
Dith

Orlando, FL



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I'm 25. I've been writing (essays, poems) for fourteen years. I like poetry, politics, music, philosophy, photography, deep breathing. Lately I've been writing abstract type poetry where I experime.. more..

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