It Is a Part
it wraps itself around you
a drop of water splats the top of your head
where the part is
where the part is
warm water in the tub
down your cheek it trickles
as you pull the plug
it escapes slowly down
the drain
where it collects in the pipes
and your sorrow runs underground
to the briney sea
taste the tear that bathes the sea
the tear is salt for your tongue
to taste
1979
added 2/2017
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