by Lea Assenmach
Imagine that first hungry woman—
so intent on opening a clenched oyster.
How could she know the sweetly jellied brine
within, that wet and tender kiss?
My fingers are raw, knuckles bloody
from digging you free, prying you open.
Difficulty makes possession seem precious,
my pearl. Don’t be afraid. Be devoured.
I came across this poem last fall in a book of poetry I borrowed from my creative writing instructor and have since been in love. Just eight lines with so much emotion, it’s a bit unnerving. But I think you should take it to heart. Don’t be scared to be wholly consumed, or to try something completely off the beaten path, the results can be absolutely radical.
That is all.
P.S. Have a favorite poem? Do share! It’s only polite.