Wounds Again
A Poem

Yes I know you don’t want to talk about those scars on your back You’ll wish into the bottle that they weren’t there Here is a road to the hip that one to the shoulder blade and all this sighted experience makes me commit this affront of taking on naming the map thinking it’ll get you someplace if I can make an ID Passing your ports I’ll send atmospheres to your request or I said I would in that letter that cannot reach you now
J.D. Harms 2020






