Scars
Ache
When
It
Rains,
And
Names
Get
Misfiled
In
Our
Brains,
But
On
We
Sail
In
Our
Leaky
Boats,
Made
Of
Paper
Clips
And
Sticky
Notes,
Constructing
Fables
That
Enable
Forms
To
Rise
And
Live
In
Prose,
To
Tell
Again
What
Everyone
Knows,
And
We’ll
Borrow
And
Steal
To
Make
It
Come
Real.