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Title: Rite of Passage
Author: Tommy
Date Submitted: 1/23/2013
Email: tradnoti@students.naropa.edu

 
Poem: An open flesh wound that never closes
Is a rite of passage for the diagnosed.

The flame that keeps burning our skin breathes and bleeds deep into our bones,
And only those who pop pills,
Who’ve lived in caves that stretch wide like open seas,
The ones who’ve stood on tall buildings hoping for the sweat to drip down their chin
And lift up under their feet,
Know this right.
The passage is a right to bow down and accept our open wound....