Pirate
The pink prosthesis replaces
a limb
that isn’t missing.
Would you turn away
if the marks weren’t stamped
on the warm body? This map
won’t help you discover
hidden treasure.
Bones rot
somewhere, bleached out,
unloved.
“Peg leg” becomes a term
of endearment. What relief
to hobble home
to the red city where no one
says your name. Such hush-hush
lets you spell out, eyes
close to the little hairs,
all the ticklish words, what
you couldn’t lose or give away,
the voices that made
you tremble.
Poetic Diversity (November 2013).