February 10, 2020Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Uncategorized Leave a comment 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 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...