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The Pain Constant
Everywhere you go you take your wounds with you
like ex-lovers
always stalking the memory in the hope
of one last dalliance,
a last kiss, that last embrace
for the last thousand nights
you’ve spent alone.
What’s with it with a memory,
that it can be your all or nothing for a day
or a lifetime?
We pain-eaters never asked, never wanted
to be born,
but everywhere we go it strikes
us inside like a constant reminder of who we are,
and sometimes though it lies in wait
like a tiger, hyena,
a sometimes vulture,
we think a trip out of the ordinary,
even a trip to the pharmacy
might circumvent the present malady.