visibility, vulnerability (fear of).
January 26, 2014 § Leave a comment
we had best open the wound, and let it bleed
than let it fester, then, as old devouring new
Djerba. I’m a scar on you.
look, a sickness on the landscape of my skin-
see safety’s stranglehold enslave my mind. Open
the wound, then, and let it bleed, freely, but
Djerba, don’t you bleed on me.