Tagged: trauma

it’s not like riding

it’s not like riding
a bike, learning to love again
is more like getting

on a unicycle, bearing
an extraordinary weight
.
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perhaps months,

perhaps months,
years from now, these
days will become
foggy, it’s how our
minds insist on
playing games with
our hearts – now you see
me, now you don’t

we have no choice as
witnesses, obligated
to make out every
fine detail in the
heightened haze
.
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i have been caught

i have been caught
grinding my teeth
in the middle of the
night again. you reach
over and massage my
cheeks, pulling me
back from worlds
and worlds away. i
return to you, covered
in the elements –
exiting the universes
we create always
takes some strength,
ample resistance
.
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one in eight children

one in eight children
are traumatized by
that early morning
realization of missing
the school bus. it
still sneaks into
our slumber, the
mechanical stop-
sign arm, that air
brake sigh, the
unmistakable
national school
bus chrome,
shrinking in
the distance
.
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there’s another version

there’s another version
of us, a catch and
release, one in which
we are both
experts, armed
only with barbless
hooks. maybe we pose
for a photograph,
but we leave
no other
remnants –
no stress nor injuries –
with eighty-seven percent
chance of survival
.
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in the memory

in the memory
bank, scarring
requires a good
dose of new
memories
fragmented for
fibers to even
imagine mending
the damage –
there’s no
anesthesia for
the procedure
.
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even bees learn to

even bees learn to
swallow the trauma for a
little while – never

finding a way home is also
a defense mechanism
.
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