Thursday, February 19, 2009

The Weight of Salt


Tarrying about
with yet another
blow-up doll with a
pulse – adding to your
collection of the
barely sentient –
you stumble and fail

because you know that
there is never a
burden so light as
an empty one.

Sell them anything,
everything they want
to feel – providing
they keep their weight to
themselves – you barter

because you know that
there is never a
burden so light as
an empty one.

Flattered by the thought
and repentant – I
walk away before
tasting the salt of
your charming damage

because I know that
there is never a
man so simple as
a broken one.

© 2008 Marcy Stoeckel

6 comments:

  1. The last line say it all..How true

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  2. yes, the last line... perfect, very, very perfect. as well as the stanza before. I really like this. provacative.

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  3. Sincere thanks, bindo and cindy.

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  4. Dang, Marcy. You've done it again for me. I want you to publish a book so I can buy it. So I can put it on my bedside table, so the last words I think before I fall to sleep are so damn sharp and powerful and GOOD.


    because you know that
    there is never a
    burden so light as
    an empty one.

    ....

    because I know that
    there is never a
    man so simple as
    a broken one.


    KNOCK OUT PUNCH, GIRL!

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  5. And you are unbelievably kind, Bryan. Deeply, deeply appreciated.

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