Exercises In Explaining Why You’d Rather Be Thirsty

Sometimes
The only thing we can be sure of
Is our pain,
Because we can place out fingers
Over the hot parts
And say, "This is where it hurts"
And know the landsape of it,
Where the lacerations begin and end,
And nothing else
Will do
While we scrape our teeth
Across the skin of our hearts
Prostrating ourselves before idols of Suffering
For little more than
The comfort
In knowing the shape of a thing