Therapy
Therapy
In my hand, I squeeze
this trinity of walnuts tighter till
louder than that tot who just
rapped her elbow
off the radiator, I can hear
clearer than the sirens
I’ve heard all these years
real fear as walnuts whimper
Donal Mahoney
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