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Lamb

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I’m an Aries.
Ram-ram-ram, bam-bam-bam.
That’s just the sound of my head on the door
while I’m trying to learn not to
ram-bam my head on the door.
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The horns don’t help.
It’s all my brain’s fault.
Or my body’s.
Fire-blood makes me
thick in love, quick in lust.
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I want, and I want it now.
Two seconds from now is too late.
New beginnings, diamonds and kidneys,
bitter truths, war and pestilence —
these are mine to lose like baubles.
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Me first.
I am golden-haired, winged,
immortal coverlet
hung from the apple tree.
Bring on the knife,
the sacrifice.

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About This Poem: I thought this poem was going to be about how I was a “water girl.” The original title was just that, actually. And then I started writing and what came out was nothing about water, but about being an aries. So, surprise! Heh. Here’s more about Aries people, if you’re interested.

About Poem-A-Day: For the month of April (National Poetry Month), I’ve signed on to write a poem-a-day (eeks!). To make it slightly easier on myself, my rules are that I have to write each poem in fifteen minutes or less, and that I have to post it here on the blog as soon as I’m done. No edits. Just rough. Raw. Right out of the gate. (Of course, if you’re playing along, I hope you’ll post a link to your poem in the comments here — mainly because I’m selfish and I want to read them!)

See all my Poem-A-Day poems here.

You can also read some amazing poems-a-day over at Sage Cohen’s blog.

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