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scratch/

©2022 Michael Raven

scratch
scratch scratch scratch
scribble schrimmle
scrumble rumble
scrat --

whisperinmyeartheweaselwhisker
ticklesigigglesandtrytotrytorecall
herwordspaintedredblackandpale
thesewordsmeansomuchsomany
thingsfromalonelyfoodstuffstore
wehoardthisinhealingyourhandis
shakingyouneedtofeedthesoulthe
soulthesoulwithsomethingother
thanthatsoulsuckingtrash

can you grasp the whiskers
of a tiger under your lap?

scrimble crumple scratch

Michael Raven

4 responses to “scratch/”

Bridgette says:

June 1, 2022 at 8:13 am

Wow. I really love the rhythm of this one.

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- Michael Raven says:
  
  June 1, 2022 at 8:29 am
  
  Thank you✨
  
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tara caribou says:

June 3, 2022 at 3:44 am

This is one of those perfect poems. Perfect in every way.

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- Michael Raven says:
  
  June 3, 2022 at 5:43 am
  
  Thank you! 🥰
  
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