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Published

2011 March 9
by Joseph Bastow

I want to be a straw. Hollow, so

that it’s clear I have no feelings

when each letter arrives

igniting in my open palm

that what I have sucks

so someone else

can come through as an elixir

that teases as it taunts:

you can’t catch a buzz

from me.

from → Joseph Bastow, Poetry

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