Rumination

The physics of sensitivity

Triptych of Garden of Earthly Delights by Hieronymus Bosch

My wounds do not heal and dry over with time
they remain bulbous, pulsating slugs
immortal in the garden of my heart
tended to like elder children
as pink and hot as the day they were born
I am their mother, I am to nurse them
I know no other way

-t.s.