Taste Testing
crusted eye turned inward
unpleasant stuff, gelatinous material
engulfing mechanism
absorption rate measured
collecting the bits
for the treasury,
currency exchanged
while we masticate
our lives
chug on this, let
the bitterness scar your face
pretend not to hear
the unanswerable question:
how is it?
our lies mold our
impossible shapes and
our ages dictate our
clever unresponses
twitching eye dares
to peer outward,
views what was spewed
during the afterbirth
of collision
squirming between
the pregnant pauses
are the circumstantial specimens,
those wriggling notions
wormed between us
grotesque, gorgeous,
the symbiosis
of our inevitable decay
Thistle Thoughts 
A powerful poem Jennifer! You give voice to the human condition!
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Thank you for reading
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My pleasure!
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I love the imagery of your poem.
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Thank you 💜
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You are welcome 😊
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In the flesh, always.
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I feel burdened by it the majority of the time. Whatever turns out to be the truth about the afterlife, I hope I get to feel what it’s like to just be a spirit again.
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I understand.
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