whatever it is, I want all of it

vaporized and inhaled like a gasp of pain

like remembering I’m alive

and forgetting just to remember again

I’m not done until I’m soaked to the bone

I’m not done until I’ve drowned in it

I’m not done until the river is desert

and even then

I will still be thirsty

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If you want to hear poetry from some Denver poets you can find episodes of my show, The Poets, over at thepoets.co

Cheers!

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