March 10, 2016

a dusty and wax sealed healing jar dance

The Headache, colour etching by George Cruikshank, c. 1830.

when I was
something I used 
to believe in 
it seemed easier 
to ignore pain 

heard medicine 
helps memories 
go down 
rabbit holes 
and prayers 
looking glass 
willing broken 
gone missing 
with parts 
never found

a poet following beauty 
exacting a demanding price 
my moral divinity bargained 
for my fleeting infinities 

my knees came to play 
wooden pew prey pantry floor 
here I'm wishing, another before


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