the morgue file
Sometimes I try to make sense of very complicated emotions in poetry. I will look at a form or see something pass out of the corner of my eye and something will make sense to be --suddenly. I think that is what poetry is, a making sense of something universal--
For me today, the subject is pain.
i want to form fists
that cannot break
upon contact
hard surfaces
a sounding board
pain
its reaction
always clear upon impact
my question
how now
to find
a moment of float
along its current
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