acystance
there are pinpricks of light in me
the lower left side of me to be exact
when I move, they try to break through
branching into parts of me that i cannot map
knowable only to arcane anatomy textbooks
and the websites that assure me that despite the pain
no one will see me if I burst
“branching into parts of me that i cannot map”
and that has me pausing, thinking, loving the line but not the pain below the poem
Kevin
Aching line: branching into parts of me that i cannot map