Paradox

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You, who must love,
must not love me.

You
so alive
will not live with me.

Meaning
is like a knife—
the deeper it cuts,
the better it kills.

And
the deepest scars
are always invisible,
and the worst
wounds
are those
that never bleed.

My gifts were simple,
but not quite
enough
for one as naked,
beautiful,
forever invisible,

for you, so hungry,
who I,
though I tried
my damnedest,
could never seem
to fill.

Scott Blackwell

Scott Blackwell is a former resident of San Francisco and an MFA graduate of the San Francisco Art Institute. He is a Pushcart Prize nominee and has most recently had poetry published in Negative Suck, Ascent Aspirations, The Stray Branch, The Interpreter’s House and many others. He currently resides in Champaign, Illinois.

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