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Headache
JG ( / Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic)

Headache

A tiresome effort to reconstruct life
out of debris and meat and pure nerve
out of unstimulating circumstances.

We are meant to feel weak, dear body
frankness is our only weapon
straightforwardness our only truth.

With this in mind, and nothing more
Would you help me walk away?

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Very good poem. Sincerely, Mary
It tastes good to me. It tastes good to me. It tastes good to me.