MUSED
BellaOnline Literary Review
Tampa Bay Sunset by Lisa Shea

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Poetry


My Middle Name is Empathy

April Salzano

and I feel your pain. Annoying
when I do not want to experience
every loss twice. Dead
grandmothers and fractured feelings,
exposed nerve endings waiting
for me to touch them, suck
their current through the soles
of my rubberless shoes. Conductor,
conduit for pain, I have no ground
fault circuit interrupter, even though
I am always standing within a few feet
of your deepest running water.




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Reader Feedback:
Thank you for speaking to a problem so many of us have; open too wide, giving too much, shamed if we set boundaries. At least, that is what the poem has me thinking of.
~Cam