Kimberly Knight
Adorning
my tiny,
new,
ancient
apartment
in kitchen,
bedroom
and sacred writing nook
I gaze upon art
intentionally placed
to remind me
how she did try to love me,
in her native language,
so alien to my own –
articulation through the material
seeking,
giving that which she recognized
as meaningful to me
but that I must now acknowledge
was never enough to erase
the tangled tattoos on my heart
or dissolve
the seeping scars on my soul.
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