Black Hole
By Leslie Baker (Milwaukee, Wisconsin)
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There's a black hole inside of me.
I don't know how it got there.
Probably when I was young and not watching
it just jumped into my mouth
and me being a gullible child
I ate it whole thinking it food.
Couldn't of tasted too bad though,
I didn't spit it out.
But then as a boy I carried my heart in the palm of my hand
holding it out for all to see, touch, or bruise
according to their own traumas.
Now as a man, grown, supposedly mature,
that black hole rests in my chest
filling a void,
a void which stretches my palm
out to you...
Empty.