I Am (Not)

I am not a flower
Nor am I an ocean.
No head full of song,
No act of devotion.

A glass full of wine–
I could never be her,
Full of her own life,
Dreaming silent and sure.

Night on the pier
After a long rain–
He is lonely and bleeding
And full of earth’s pain.

Sugar in coffee
I surely am not.
Sweet like cement
And terribly hot.

Am I meat or champagne?
Am I Saturn’s ice rings?
I am only what I am
And I’m none of these things.

5/28/15

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