Dichotomies Pay attention To the places Where the world Meets itself. The lozenge The hunter Sucks for A sore throat. The oil That keeps The raw air from Gnawing his gun. The lab bred To carry the grouse Soft as a lisp In her mouth. The world boils Down to these Dichotomies — Sugar and flesh, Oil and rust, Feathers and teeth.
Great poem. Just discovered your Substack and it's honesty good. Keep up the work.
Side note: can you check out my Substack, I have some poems their. I'm a young writer and I would love to get your opinion on them.