4/21/11

ANESTHESIA
By Nicole Resnick


You are the lead
penciled in the doorway
of my childhood.

I cannot paint
over you
a lens graphed,
a needle inked red.
you seep into
the hole called
memory, a muscle
thumping in frost


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My name is Nicole Resnick. I am a current graduate from CU Boulder and I love writing poems about love and the hurt it can sometimes cause. Each of these poems describes the hurt that love can have on someone and how sometimes the pain that doesn't go away.