To the Ones Who Left Me With My Heart In My Hands
Counting them on one hand,
the fingers dismembered,
but remembered 'siempre' and
a day beyond that, because
hardwired to give it, both body
and soul, should anyone ASK,
she was playing a role. She
gives amnesty now, knowing
needs were at odds in petitioning
the gods: seeking Asclepius,
not Eros, desperate to heal.
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2012
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