"The most primitive part
I back into at night
pushing the leathern curtain
with naked fingers
then
with naked body
There where every wound is registered
as scar tissue
A cave of scars!
ancient, archaic wallpaper
built up, layer on layer
from the earliest, dream-white
to yesterday's, a red-black scrawl
a red mouth slowly closing
Go back so far there is another language
go back far enough the language
is no longer personal
these scars bear witness
but whether to repair
or to destruction
I no longer know"
Adrienne Rich
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