i told a man once that pain doesn't build character,
it just makes you loud.
he didn’t laugh.
he said i sounded like my father.
i said nothing and counted every spoon in the drawer.
there were eight.
(i don’t own eight. i live alone.)
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A fave for a poem that made me think. Upon first reading this poem seems Alogical then upon further reading appears illogical but having worked with people that suffer from chronic pain it became totally logical. A shift in focus diminishes pain perception. But then the element of not being in one's own house and not examining one's own silverware introduced and new element. This appears quite Zen to me.
This is a very interesting and nicely done write, certainly makes you have a think, enjoyed the read
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