Blank

Pain is in neck and in there
You know and talk of sadly
As  blank memory of mom.

Mom was big black of pain,
A vast stretch of emptiness,
Extending the body’s limits.

Mom is a pain that is blank.
It cannot recollect its origin,
And has no future but itself.

(Reading Emily Dickinson’s poem “Pain has an element of blank”)

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