2nd
Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions
*6/2/09*
grunting when bending over,
sighs at the end of the day,
a certain amount of
pain is
our lot
…you should be grateful; yer great
great great great great great great
grandad went out to fetch some water,
& fell down a well;
dead on accounta his far sightedness,
& you got those nice glasses
…we breathe thru the fabric of
an ever present ache
…past trauma & present stress,
scar tissue souvenirs, stuffed & mounted
heads hang in the halls & wings of the
mansions of our bodies
…think of the odd pride
in a badly healed
crooked
finger
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