Rusty Metal Plates (a poem)

I have been writing a lot of poetry lately. This is a reflection of the fact that I have been reading the shit out of Leonard Cohen and Federico Garcia Lorca, but also because a writer feels obligated to write. I will most likely have a book of poems by the end of the year. Here is one of the poems I have written over the past couple of weeks. It is entitled, "Rusty Metal Plates."

The space between

my charming metal frame

and your innocent way of loving

is becoming thick

The empty space

somehow finds a way

to become emptier

when it thinks of us

And with that emptiness

comes a reality

that seems too important

to neglect

The metal plates

that were born with me

begin to rust

without you

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