He said
“when you are in enough pain again
you’ll write”
Immediately I choke back
comparing wounds
like two little boys peeking over the sides of urinal
Instead I buttoned my lips together
who knew silence could be such a verb
my lips still hurt
Someone once said to
Identify with someones wounds
is one of the lowest forms
of connection with your fellows
The healing begins
when one
is able to connect
to the beauty
and love that surrounds them
But, until then I’ll be finding the pause
and crushing my lips
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November 20, 2011 at 2:20 pm
Ben Naga
I love the increased tension and discipline, not to mention the greater depth that has developed in your writing over the past couple of years. I enjoy reading what you read more and more. I hope the cost is not too great to be worth it.
November 20, 2011 at 9:17 pm
shemovesme
Excellent, filled with beauty and angst and all the things great poets are made of…