Her anxiety… …like the three-skin layer scratch on my thumb knucklepuffed pink edges, little sighs of pain & the scab catchingon polyester blends, the teal wool sweater, the yellow&whitestriped dish towel – I can’t take it away the line of wound the regimen of stinging how it feels itselfmuch more than it will ever show… Continue reading Poem 271 & Reviews x 2!