The Cinnamon Peeler's Wife: The Poem

The Cinnamon Peeler's Wife

-by Michael Ondaatje 

If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.

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So, I've been waiting around to hear whether or not I placed in the Charles Prize for poetry. It's not that I'm arrogant enough to believe that I'll win (or place), but it's really the only outcome that actually has any effect on my life. I came across this poem that was submitted to the competition.