by Rachel Gough
You pause at the soft fissure
Your eyes meet mine
Are you asking my permission?
Or are you sympathising?
Because the dark place at my centre is altogether too much like a wound.
I want to tell you that it doesn't hurt.
But I don't know how.
Keats used to restrain his patients upon a table.
Let the gentle doctor slice you from navel to nape.
This is what healing feels like.
鈥淣o it doesn鈥檛 hurt.
As long as you do that it doesn't hurt.鈥�
Quarryman
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