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The doctor asks where it hurts.
With the tip of a borrowed pen you trace the absent rib,
that Biblical scar, tickle the edge
of the raised ridge, a vacant dune between
land and sea just below your left breast—
like asking where pleasure starts,
where whiskey settles, when you first knew
his hand in your heart.
Creative Writing | Religion
Murray, Victoria Bosch, "Three Poems" (2011). On Earth As It Is. 50.