Bittersweet by Sue Marlow

Your smooth skin slides easily

On the palm of my hand

As I rotate your deep blood red flesh

Will you stain my hand

As you have the world’s?

You, the source of wealth, of poverty

Of pleasure and exploitation

Unconscious victim and perpetrator

I, the sentient being seeking sense in a bean

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