Mark Cunningham
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Second Story
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Band-Aid
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When one puts down its
ear flaps, part of you,
red and chafed, starts
out into the cold.
It’s riddled so the wound
keeps breathing. If
the wound keeps breathing,
you keep breathing.
Wear one on New Year’s
Eve: both sides
joined with a pillow
in the middle. Resolution
after resolution. Still, you’ve
only scratched the surface.
Your blood keeps leaving you.
What’s the matter with you? |
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