Arlyn

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WELTSCHMERZ
NEW ACCESSORY, OLD PAIN

My heart falls into the shredder
I gather up the strips
grab the Krazy Glue
and carefully stick
each piece to the next
You pat me on the back
as I frantically paste

My hands are wet and red
“You’ll be ok,”
you soothe
“Don’t worry, Dear.”
pat, pat, pat
and then you cliché me
“Time heals all wounds.”

I reach for the broom
to sweep up
the last little shreds
“I’m just fine”
I assure you
wondering if the
adhesive will hold

“Really,” I smile
“Now get your hands off me.”


 

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