Pestle and mortar-Georgia Park/Private Bad Thoughts

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

You are the pestle to my mortar

The voice I didn’t want to hear

Your pounding strikes me

Our medicine is bitter when it appears

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