Friday, June 18, 2010


Sometimes a pain 
In my breast
Cries out ‘Have heart, girl.’
Sometimes I
Like a snake. 
Sometimes inconsolable
I know my 
Crippling illness again.
Sometimes, lying back, 
I kiss
The hand that mends.
Sometimes at once 
I feel heartbreak
With my joy.
Sometimes I recognize it
As an ache,
It is clear to me. 

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