It Stings
Pain’s Gift
Published in
Dec 6, 2020
It’s needles
Prickly needles
Over and
Over —
You know, the ones that leave an after pain
Echos of memory refreshed
Again and
Again —
Each time an opportunity to make room
In the belly
Digest fully
Until only an absurd laughter remains
No room to leave in the prick of it
Annine Massaro 2020 all rights reserved
