Unhealthy Dependencies or Candy Cane Crutches

crutches
LOVE CRUTCH
breaking
the crutch
of you
means nothing
if my heart
still
limps
into the space
of tomorrow
leaving me
vulnerable
to the
next
sugar cane
that
strides along.
(from the crossbred dada banquet of yolantha, the new Maya Angelou, seasoned with Gwendolyn Brooks, bathed in Langston Hughes, peppered with Angela Davis, sprinkled with Mother Teresa, doused in William Shakespeare, rolled in Edgar Allen Poe, embellished with Anne Sexton, anointed by the blood of the Christ)


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