i have been sloughed by harrowing
experiences,
that it hurts too much
to raise my head
and turn my eyes in your direction;
the tears come easily,
like a benediction,
like an excuse,
and my skin flinches in recoil,
expecting invisible lashes,
like you have done
to my benumbed heart
—–
written 6/28/06 — during a very depressing stage of my life. too… crude, i think. too raw.
