October 13, 2016 by Rosemerry
that splinter in my finger,
touching it again
to feel the small ache sing—
she is made of splinters
still learning not to walk too close
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I’m a little confused by the shift from I to she — I’m assuming the she is another person? anyway, the “sing” made it through for me!
yes, she is another, and yes it is confusing. Hmmm thanks for helping me see that
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