Sometimes I lie in bed and wait for the pain
Because the pain is familiar
Because the pain maps this body, this invisible body
Taken from me
So many times
Taken from me by
So many others
Taken from me
The pain
makes me real
When I am without it, I am
a ghost
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
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