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Poem by Maureen Tolman Flannery
There are things
that must be said
and he is keeper of them all.
There are things that should never again be mentioned
and she must stand guard lest they escape.
They have closed themselves in this room
Where he can tenaciously withhold
any words that might sooth or heal,
and she can spread forbidden questions like hot tar
over the only bed where they might have lain to rest.
