To suffer and see better company
puts a stop to the whole strength
like a scout hitting a trip-line mine
To ache alone is a warm blanket.
Knowing the pain will pass–biting on
a t-shirt because biting ladles buries each tooth backwards.
I think I learned
to suffer so quietly.
My head sticking out of the sand.
The whole of me is buried six feet down
like the virus I am.
Michael Hammerle is a Florida writer. www.middlehousereview.com/michael-hammerle
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