I think you are almost done
this almonry that’s me
and charity that’s you
tremors of hunger to receive
last ravages of your bristles
I’m glad to be me no more
I’m ecstatic …about prospects
of not having to call you
write poems about your absence
drip saline, volumes of papers
for love that was
I’m glad I’m you
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-me-no-more/
