by: Sarah Cooke
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House of Compassion
a diamond in the flesh –
flash of light that
mingles with the sunrise or
set.
a hand on your back
when you cry.
the warmth of giving birth
when it lingers in the air
we all breathe it in
House of Memory
tender trinket torn
from its resting place
on her collar bone
but kept in a box
on the top shelf
of her medicine cabinet.
fawning filigree flare
but recalling violence
as she fingers it
one weekday afternoon,
sensing her knowledge
like sacred devastation.
House of Change
on your face
the scabs have turned
to scars
there is a horn
where your lips
used to be
and now you have
goggles for eyes
when you stand
at full height
before a crowd
you can’t see your toes
and the crown of your head
now reaches for the ceiling
Sarah Cooke is currently completing her M.F.A. in Creative Writing at Naropa University. She writes largely poetry. Her work has been published in journals such as the Black Mountain Review and Monkey Puzzle. Sarah is an avid runner and aspiring yogi.
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