Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Exposed



Exposed


Today I am in a plot,
where I suffer
the rigors of winter.
In summer,
I burn in such a way
that sparrows won’t nest
in my hands. What hurts 
the most is to lower my head 
and read the plaque: Naked Woman,
like so many others,
I'm not even a name you remember.

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