And Still, I Burn

Poems & ReadingsCollage
Written By Kirsten Harrison
Collage has a vertical bookshelf on the left and on the right trees are on fire. There is a black & white photo of a punk woman. Orange sunglasses strips of blue and white swirls are pasted under her studded belt. Felt orange heart to her right.

Collage & Poetry by Kirsten Harrison

Every so often I’m visited by a traveling itch.
I push up my sleeve and scratch deeply,
but this itch is a deft matador.

Twice, I have scratched
every square inch of my body
without finding it.

Is desire even meant for quenching?
I’ve looked in all the usual places
and still, I burn.

Kirsten Harrison https://www.mysoul.space
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