I will not carry
bad blood
because it corrodes,
spreads, leaves us exposed
with too many entrances
and exits.
I will not carry
awkward, bulky items
like red carpets
(for off-chance dignitaries)
or restless dogs
or heavy corpses.
In fact
I have decided
to carry nothing at all.
I'll find water on my way,
and the words left to say
(I have no pocket
for a script).
As published in The Cartier Street Review, February 2009.
Monday, September 04, 2006
I will not carry (2006)
Posted by Stu on 4.9.06
Categories: Poetry, Published poems
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