“Unlock the Hidden Voices: Discover Contemporary Poetry’s Best-Kept Secrets at JD DeHart’s Reimagined Space”
I would rather be the staple
that closes up the gash, or the thread
running through the seam
I would rather be the bandage
covering the soreness, or the light
and arid balm spread across skin
But sadly sometimes I am the one
who reopens, prods, and remembers.
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