Margaret Atwood
You Fit into Me
you fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye
"At the point where language falls away
from the hot bones, at the point
where the rock breaks open and darkness
flows out of it like blood, at
the melting point of granite
when the bones know
they are hollow & the word
splits & doubles & speaks
the truth & the body
itself becomes a mouth.
This is a metaphor."
- Margaret Atwood
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