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Poetry


A Violent Sound in Almost Every Place #63
Darren C. Demaree

 

No one believes
too much, that we
carry wounds

on our bodies
the same as we
carry wounds

in our bodies
& maybe cancer
is the one connector,

the awfulness
that blesses strength
& weakness equally,

but really I am talking
about the dinner table
in my childhood

that always was
like cancer, always felt
like a safe place where

only terrible things
could happen.
No one, in our nation

of heat, believes
in a painless world,
but we could watch

our words the way
we watch our bodies.
We could give a damn.

 

 

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