mental abscess

Pain is pain....

She reduces and expands,
diminishes and amplifies,
deserts and colonizes,
     a specter always shifting.

Pain remembered is pain divorced.
Like the difference between a wave des-
     cribed and drowning,
she twists a fog around memory's edges,
recounting a hazy version of the
     particular present.

Tie me a noose despite (or perhaps
     because of)
her, a symptom, a cause, a smokescreen,
     a distraction.

Does the dark, early morning skull shatter
by the light of waking,
or does the shattering wake the skull
to dark, early morning?


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