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The Love of This World This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By Madeleine B., Wexford, PA

All the good in me unlaced I pull what I own across the floor,
books devoured to the spine, impressions the knees of my jeans
have made of kneeling, my ghosts of ghosts, the saint who is namesake.

I lay it out. A turtle can lay one hundred
thirty-seven eggs in the hollows of trash-filled beaches
and pray her young into the foam

and I know how she judges her almost-gone
with the shell’s first clean fracture, and how much she holds
when she owns nothing and watches it race away.

I line it up for you, lay it down, armfuls, fistfuls,
incalculable catalogues of rinsed fingerprints

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5 comment(s)
Cars and houses are not very cheap and not everyone is able to buy it. Nevertheless, business loans was invented to support people in such kind of situations.
Jun. 14, 2013 at 2:58 AM • Report
Make your life more simple take the loan and everything you want.
Jun. 13, 2013 at 6:37 AM • Report
It is very nice.
Nov. 26, 2012 at 9:25 PM • Report
really really really good poem i enjoyed reading it you should cheak out some of my work.
Nov. 05, 2012 at 12:52 PM • Report
You made such an adnormal metaphor about the sea turtle laying eggs into GENIUS POETRY!!!
Nov. 05, 2012 at 7:17 AM • Report