Day 10

Apollo's Thumbprint

They say every rose has its thorn,
(except thorn-less roses, which surely
must exist only to force cliché writers
to invent new ways of describing things;

such as a piece of toast, resplendent
with Apollo’s thumbprint, or
smeared with the sooty conscience
only truly warped carbohydrates can have)

but I don’t see why that has to be
limited only to roses- why deny the cactus
its romantically debilitating spines?

and why limit it to plants? Why not
mention how every door has its lock,
every window its catch,
(except for those that are broken, and
swing open like the teeth of a snapped jaw)

why not mention that every letter
mouths its secrets silently into the dark?



























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(with thanks to miles for being my earpiece on this one)