Memories of a Broken Clock

roadside memorial

crumbling tombstone

this is where I bury my lost

and this is where I bury my forgotten

split lip

tetanus shot

this is where I skinned my knee on your concrete hip

and this is where I thank you for it

threaded needle

broken clasp

this is where they stitched me closed

and this is where they left a piece of you behind

punch in the shoulder

punch in the chest

oh! how I love to be loved

even in the worst of times

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