The Poetry of
Jack Scott

She Hurts Me

An ash in my eye
vis a vis a sun.
She is his,
a man I like
whose name I do not know.
They seem happy together.
She hurts me,
seems balm,
home
to him.
They are a happiness
and
she hurts me.

 

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