Ring
We circle back
to this sore
spot, over and
over, finding
myriad, bare-
knuckled ways
of saying
what’s
wrong.
We get so
creative,
we forget
the
point.
Look,
I’m in
your
corner.
Give me
a hand,
not your
fist.
Image: The New York Public Library on Unsplash (Louisiana, 1938, Photo by Lee Russell)
April 15, 2021
#NaPoWriMo2021 No. 15
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