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Overheard between Agnes and Dymphna

A Poem by Beck Broom

Love goes the way of 

small bruises: a collar 


of pinprick fingerprints. 

Each burst capillary 


teaches me patience. 

Open wound knits itself 


together around intrusion: 

pain as part of the self. 


Rendering of flesh becomes 

declaration of love. 


Kindness as a balm 

on burning skin. The flat, open 


palm can hit or hold. 

Indecision as an act 


of violence. 

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