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INTRANSIGENT WOUNDS
At home the child was unnoticed as a dust mite except when sought for the punishment of her flesh. Then came her lover-husband’s amazing gaze at her, so why does she stay so hungry that even vats of chocolate don’t sate her?
A teacher once said—After a parched childhood, learning to absorb hugs remains elusive as a candied apple dangling on a string.
Early love-hunger persistent as dandelions, remains un-fillable. Decades have passed yet she feels truncated—partial amputation of her psyche echoes with
phantom pain.
INTRANSIGENT WOUNDS POEM
At home the child was unnoticed
as a dust mite
except when sought
for the punishment of her flesh.
Then came her lover-husband’s
amazing gaze at her,
so why does she stay so hungry
that even vats of chocolate
don’t sate her?
A teacher once said—
After a parched childhood,
learning to absorb hugs
remains elusive as a candied apple
dangling on a string.
Early love-hunger
persistent as dandelions,
remains un-fillable,
Decades have passed
yet she feels truncated—
partial amputation of her psyche
echoes with phantom pain.