The Pain Like the human brain, which organizes
The swirls and shades of the bathroom tiles
Into faces, faces
With expressions
Of exhaustion, of disdain. The
Virgin Mary in the toast of course
But also the penance in the pain, and the way
My mother invented
Plums and tissue paper, while
My father invented the type of
Sudden kindness
That takes you by surprise
When you've expected to be chastised
And makes you cry |
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| Copyright © 2013 by Laura Kasischke. Used with permission of the author. |
About this Poem: "The poem's impulse is the same as the poem's subject--a grappling, out of hope?--with the idea that there must be some way to integrate into one's life, if necessary, the experience of physical pain. If I can make out faces and objects every morning (if I stare long enough) at the bathroom tile--or so I was thinking--surely there would be a way to make meaning out of this pain?"
Laura Kasischke |
 Poetry by Kasischke Space, In Chains |
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