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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4669 Registered: 11-1998 |
Poem of the Week Peeling the Poem Karen Corcoran Dabkowski Words are pain pulled in strips like skin off the body. I pull this heartache, this severance, this child, this chill in bloody pieces -- align and sign my name. I feel the loss then. The parts that used to be mine alone hung out to dry, poem-jerky in the wind. Hopeful that discerning eyes will see them as they are -- pieces of my hide, my mind, the road curled out behind that blistered me in walking. All I ask is: won't you lend your heart a while to translate just as priests would limn the livers of the sacrificed? Let me scar before I tear again. |
