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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=566737" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Notes on Pain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=566737" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">1<br>between us<br>	a wounded silence<br>	of pain, torturous<br>	across the room<br>	endless horizon<br>	of invisibility<br>	studied distances -</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=566737" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">	your eyes<br>	gaze furtively<br>	i catch them<br>	and quickly<br>	you turn away</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=566737" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">	i sit transfixed<br>	feverishly nursing<br>	a throbbing head<br>	you swing and fling<br>	arms and voice<br>	above the rest<br>	of the dancers moving<br>	to the rock music<br>	of a rained-in party.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=566737" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">	i do not know anymore<br>	how to read<br>	eyes, motions<br>	of protection.<br>	i do not know anymore<br>	how to shed layers<br>	of pretensions.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=566737" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">2<br>	women, feminists say<br>	do not make each other<br>	enemies, after the phase<br>	of loving and sharing<br>	warm beds and starlit nights<br>	both feel the same pain<br>	but patriarchy<br>	is such a good mentor<br>	and we have been<br>	good students.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=566737" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>3<br>	the moon with an iris<br>	hallowed in the skies<br>	a pastel hue of blue<br>	and misty grey<br>	we held hands<br>	chemistry does not lie<br>	and then the next day<br>	you said, there is<br>	nothing between us.<br>	i look at my hands<br>	feel the gripping ghost<br>	of your touch.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=566737" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=566737" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">4<br>	do not touch my forehead<br>	in the despair<br>	of a stress-produced <br>	headache, your touch<br>	is like an enemy<br>	stalking through the dark<br>	and when i light<br>	my heart, you shoot<br>	your arrow<br>	right into my death</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=566737" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">5<br>	a friend had said<br>	intuition is woman’s best guide: <br>	feel our hearts<br>	i thought i felt something<br>	more than a friendly touch<br>	and my friend will<br>	never lie<br>	and i do not.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=566737" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">6<br>	where is the politics<br>	in all this? <br>	my wounded heart<br>	learns again<br>	the essence of struggle<br>	this time, my fears<br> 	my own enemy</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Aida+Santos">Aida Santos</a></strong></div>