The Natural

by allisonkujiraoka

Don’t flatter yourself.

 

Others scale the heights

with more grace and swifter feet.

Others offer love lavishly,

a generous pour.

 

Instead every drop wrung from this cloth

tastes bitter, runs dry.

Every charitable impulse

is pried from this breast.

 

Heart and mind are radio-ing in;

there’s only static in between.

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