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Pinocchio

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Past inferences widdle away flesh,

as If I was not human, but birch-wood.

I fear reverting back to a prison of planks.

Gepetto’s carvings reveal his desire for a child,

But I cannot help wanting to be someone else.

I want this carpenter

To  pull me apart and make me into something creative.

Drain this blood from me, it is not real red human blood, but sweet, sticky sap.

 Reduce my bones to sawdust

 before putting me back together.

Plaster my scars with love,

Splinters of the wood of this forlorn creation.

 

 My life story, with its marred passages and blemished pictures, are being drawn by his hands.

Strong , callused artist's with coarse

 black hairs on them.

That lie of a life.

No one could ever get the story straight no matter how many times it has been edited, revised, read over, or contemplated.

 

 

 

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This was a very strong poem. The metaphor was teased out but didn't become labored at all. It was very refreshing to read. I think that the last line was didactic though... or at the very least not necessary to so pointedly wrap up what you had...

This was a very strong poem. The metaphor was teased out but didn't become labored at all. It was very refreshing to read. I think that the last line was didactic though... or at the very least not necessary to so pointedly wrap up what you had so eloquently said.

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Joshua Hennen
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This poem puts me in mind of a childrens book called "you are special"... It's a sort of pinnochio story... but this poem makes me think the opposite too. Like maybe being made and sanded and formed and buffed and loved so intently, is not so...

This poem puts me in mind of a childrens book called "you are special"... It's a sort of pinnochio story... but this poem makes me think the opposite too. Like maybe being made and sanded and formed and buffed and loved so intently, is not so bad... like maybe no one ever could get the story straight. I like it! Thank-you

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