Monday, May 2, 2016

Nate Maye- Three Poems


Dialogue of Soul

my whisper
says to whisper
Be
suddenly I am

my history
says to history
Was
so I was.

 
Hold the Mayo

slathered on my
life is the substance
I did not want

now I cannot rid
my mouth of its
unwelcome presence.

 
Onion

some say
layers, depth,
but all I taste
is her bitterness.
 
 

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