Dissolvable
No ma’am I don’t have to take anything out
The sutures that I throw are designed to dissolve.
Any scar that remains has nothing to do with me.
You’ll heal the way you heal, in your own way.
Years from now, while explaining the wound
To the love of your life, I’ll be reduced to a side
Role in the origin story of your most secret fear
The nice doctor
Who smiled gamely
When he removed
My boring pain
Stored it safe
In the quiet place
That doesn't change
The good doctors are the ones who shoulder
The heavy eternal ever-here, never-not
So the rest of us can pass through the transient
Citadels of amnestic convalescence
8/1/24
No comments:
Post a Comment