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Piercings Pierced flesh grows back like graffiti painted over the morning after wounds we carry from the dark show scars we cannot hide in the mirror my piercings are invisible to the naked eye but mark me as a troubled heart nailed to your memory slowly mending _________________________________________ Rob Mustard‘s first ebook of poems, Blue Moon, was published in December. As he writes on his poetry site, www.rhmustard.com, “My poems are about love, death, the power of memory to save us. I am most interested in the unexpected ways words speak to each other, the hidden meaning they reveal about us and the world.” Rob lives in Los Angeles. Related Posts Poem of the Week: Bernadette Mayer Poem of the Week: Peter Kline Poem of the Week: Robert Kelly Poem of the Week: Lizzy McDaniel Poem of the Week: Joan Larkin