A Poem

Ed Spicer
Ed Spicer
Jul 28, 2017 · 1 min read

When Love is Pixelated

by Ed Spicer

When love is pixelated and

friendships are measured in exact letter count

we sip the cup of blood red wine

and chew the bread filled with glutens

and weep

like Jesus — risen like bread —

and pray for an end…

body decomposing and morphing

back into the pixels forming it

and maybe when just a wisp of body

remains, just a thought,

we will remember our friendship —

holding hands and hugging

laughing and weeping together —

and love will return

reminding us of our character.

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Ed Spicer

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Ed Spicer

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A collection of book reviews, thoughts on education, information about authors and illustrators, and other serendipity.

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