Gnaw & Thrall, a visual poem by Drew Myron
Gnaw & Thrall
Of all the things
the body absorbs:
sun, salt, water,
heat, freeze, and
endless sinking
it still insists on
staying open, suspended
at the surface of parched
and starving, deep in
the gnawing thrall
of living.
— Drew Myron
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