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Marge Piercy

( Wellfleet, Massachusetts )



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Old traumas never die

I thought I was done with you
Even dried blood flakes off
in a brownish powder and is gone

I thought I had sweated you out
in fever at night that soaked the sheets

I thought I had worn you through
a spreading hole where you used to lurk

I thought I had finally lost you 
in the twisting labyrinth of high walled years

yet there you are squatting on my chest
a toad heavy as a granite slab

I know now I will always
carry you, a tumor hidden in my
brain taken intact to the grave.





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