Jenkins Street Poetry Project
A collection of original poems by Don Stinson
Monday, August 10, 2009
Deletion
You’re learning to live
With the pain.
After the first slice,
It gets easier.
A finger here,
A liver there,
And pretty soon
We’re smelling
A flood of blood.
All part of the project—
The ultimate revision—
Will anyone notice
All the empty you make?
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