Barbwire Poem by Ariel ~

Barbwire



My brother comes home
and I will have to remember knots;
half-hitches and cloves and
complicated ones from boy scout manuals,
their uses and their placement,

how to deconstruct them in the dark.

Saturday, September 18, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: brother,complicated,dark,remember
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Published in Free From Monsters: Poetry by Survivors of Abuse. Western Oregon University Printing.2019
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Ariel ~

Ariel ~

San Jose, California
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