3 Pain Poems
Her Pain, at 4AM
Her pain, at 4AM.
like the story of winter and ice.
Reflected in a rearview mirror.
A white light
behind the eyes. revealed.
A sharp needle dripping in ink,
piercing her skin. As if like.
Japanese tattoos.
Which are an ardous process.
For both male and female.
There was the feeling
that a wire hanger
opened up and... Read more
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