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.
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