Rare Pain, by Lynn Finger

The Broken Column, by Frida Kahlo (Mexico) 1944

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Rare Pain

I admire the rare pain, worn
as a gaudy gouged ball-
 
gown. When I think none
can know, they do. 
 
Like beetles eagerly swarm a 
Broken carcass,
 
Scattered wounds and
The scar wide and 
 
eternal,
mouthful of pain silence, 
 
I am drawn to but
wary of that blank place.
Drawn to but ordered by that place,
 
as a wave is ordered,
upwards, over, pull-
 
ing in, retreating, rolling,
it tears me in two.

Lynn Finger

Poet Lynn Finger holds a B.A. in Humanities.  One of her poems “Dialogue with Orlando White,” won second place this year in the award-winning college arts publication, Sandscript, and also won 3rd place in the Community College Humanities Association Southwest Division. Lynn spends her time honing her writing craft, participating in open mics, teaching, and working with trauma survivors. She is in a group that mentors writers in prison.