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2011-11-23T22:14:19-08:00November 23rd, 2011|Musings on life|

Scapula

Her stress vibrates
in her scapula
like a cluster of bees

she can barely reach there
to rub it
like her mother used to do for her
when she was little and anxious

that’s where your wings used to be

the buzzing keeps her up at night
a braid of swollen knots
the phantom pain
of angels.

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