by Karen Stromberg
Sweetness is foreign soil
that place where everything’s watered daily
and flowers are never picked.
Nothing is plowed under/everything is plowed under.
Be sweet. Be the sweetest.
Let your skin crawl with it.
It will feel odd and sticky
and shine with transparencies.
There will be flash fires in your bones.
Put them out with sweetness--
the best sweetness you can conjure.
Some will think you are failing.
Comfort yourself with your own nectar.
Injure yourself with sweetness.
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