Am I Jesus?
says she is no good friend,
another will not cease saying that I am:
interlinked in stomach knots taxed
by the sieve of time straining, I collapse after each one
shares–pain divides: a miraculous healing.
Author Note: pain shared is pain divided. does that mean that we have a little mini-crucifixion when we listen to other's troubles?
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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