Burning
By R James Sennett Jr
Burning
hurts for a moment,
scars,
but
we move on.
Looking at the scar,
we see the disfigurement
but not the truth
of the matter.
Memory fades
quickly
reinterpreted later,
vague truth.
Donning the shades
to protect the eyes
from the light
allows the mangled hands
to grope:
what they’re made for.
