She Was Leaking

There was a leak in her soul
I knew this
I kept filling her up
the only way I could
she kept getting empty
again and again
she ran on empty

How do you plug a leak like this?
you can't sew it up
it tears open again

When she leaked
I would mop up her mess
I would offer to put my hand
over the leaking hole
and my own hand would decompose
from the bile she leaked

Eventually she found a handsome doctor
who gave her the cure
and a few things more
and my hand grew back
just like before.

[September, 1997]

from The Mind Fuck of Poetry

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Anna Marie Kersade- Poetry [She Was Leaking]
Published: September 22, 1997
Plate Design Revised: July 5, 1998
Copyright © 1998 by the Cosmic Baseball Association