Fool’s Game
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1 min readMay 19, 2017
quadruple cleave with Tamyka Bell, Zev., and C. Duhnne
It’s a fool’s game:
our hungry hearts,
delusioning, start
making gods out of
Wonders found, then lost again,
feast on fashions ever falling
to dust. Reforming parts
ourselves, we pretend to be
Perfect in defeat.
Our appetites ever rising
as a phoenix of a summer,
new starts controlling our lives.
This piece is part of the Cleave Chain collaboration on Chalkboard. To continue the cleave chain, copy either of my parts of the cleave from the original posts:
The base poems can be found here:
