Escape no
Language later
The circadian brain
Clicks to mend itself
While slapped in sleep
The body heals in time
Grows bigger and it falls
Learns to speak and it hurts
To cry against the world
If we are born to know
How the world is scarred
What an old mess
We're all pressed from
To want to think like that
Bawling the milk out of us
The continual rid of shit
A philosophy of movement
Navel the first fighter
To defend against a knife
God help this violence
Ground against ourselves
The schoolyard gravel
Elbows knees the head
I am finding these scar poems exquisite Rob. Speaking as a scar woman. xx
ReplyDeleteSpeaking as a scar man, I thank you, dear Kerri. xx
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