Poetry
Choke on Me
I am worth every clogged artery,
Damn your consciousness,
Your awareness of health
And your propensity to read
Out loud the labels attached to me.
I cannot help the additive
Names they put on me and you
Have difficulty in pronouncing,
I am not responsible for the sodium
Or the syrup sprinkled.
Whatever coloring you need,
Add it to my skin, I am eager
To be a canvas before you let me
Come and sit inside you,
I can come with a toothpick too
Ben is a twenty five year old writer currently living in Arlington, Virginia. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, One Ghana One Voice, Caper Literary Journal, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, Super Arrow, Grey Sparrow Journal, Pear Noir, Rabbit Catastrophe Review, and Yes Poetry. Recently, a chapbook of his Common Symptoms of an Enduring Chill Explained, was been published by Folded Word Press. He maintains a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is woking to publish his first novel.
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