Teresa Costa

Threatening Poem

I wanted to read

that poem

The one with the

calloused hands.

The lines that

ache for  love.

The sentences that

pushed each

other away.

I wanted  to  read

that poem.

The one  that

threatened you.

So I  read it.

Spat on  it.

Crumbled and  shredded  it.

Re-wrote it.

To one  word.

Then discarded it.

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