Gregory Orr: Trauma (Storm)

25 November 2018

Hunkered down, nerve-numb,
in the carnal hut,
the cave of self,
while outside a storm

Huddled there,
rubbing together
white sticks of
your own ribs,
praying for sparks
in that dark
where tinder is heart,
where tender is not.

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