I am going away to Provincetown, Mass., for four days tomorrow. Looking forward to art walks and beach reading. Here's another poem, before I hit the road.
Tell me what your pain is like.
When did it begin?
In the ear of bone or muscle
or the eye of skin?
Does it flicker, pulse or beat?
Burn or scald or sear?
Pinch or gnaw or cramp or crush?
Does it disappear?
Is it black as love’s rejection
in a lovers’ park?
Is it accidental as
a throwaway remark?
So tell me what your pain is like.
No doctor, I’m your auditor
and your advocate.