February 10, 2020
Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Uncategorized
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THEY SAY TALKING HELPS

How I remember

you lying in your bed

leg in traction

pupils dilated from morphine

no helmet could supply

enough protection

I made mixed tapes

to plug into your headphones

while you slept

I listened to you rave

deliriously at our father

about anything and everything

that had happened to you

raving

raving

raving

and they say talking helps

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2020

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