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Dissolution
"Dissolution" - 12/29/19
 
When every harmless question 
Is a labyrinth equal parts
Compassion and affront
(I am not quite healed yet)
 
When every bite of every meal
Is equal parts 
Medicine and poison
(I am not quite healed yet)
 
When every scene of beauty
Brings on tears I have no particular
Interest in indulging
(I am not quite healed yet)
 
When the idea of someone
I barely know asking my address ignites 
Memories of installing security cameras
(I am not quite healed yet)
 
When I freeze like a foal in headlights
Mid-sentence unable to distinguish 
My own ease from awkwardness
(I am not quite healed yet)
 
And a quick dip in the mikveh
Of meditation's calm assures me 
Once again that that's ok
(It's a process, not a protest)