Ut Pictura Poesis
Tuesday, February 5
How It Felt
How It Felt
If a wound in the spirit
showed up like a gash in the body,
I would have bled all over the carpet
every morning, faint with loss
and regret in every ragged breath
you never knew.
Someone call the doctor.
Someone call you.
1.30.19
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