“Seawater stiffens cloth long after it’s dried. | As pain after it’s ended stays in the body” ~ Jane Hirshfield, from “Seawater Stiffens Cloth”

As I was going through tumblr, I saw a section from a poem by Jane Hirshfield, “For What Binds Us.” I posted this poem years ago, but in rereading the entire poem, I recognized its pertinence to my current state of affairs, i.e., trying to grow my fingertip back. So I thought that I’d share; here is the relevant section:

And see how the flesh grows back
across a wound, with a great vehemence,
more strong
than the simple, untested surface before.
There’s a name for it on horses,
when it comes back darker and raised: proud flesh,
as all flesh,
is proud of its wounds, wears them
as honors given out after battle,
small triumphs pinned to the chest—

Music by the Pixies, “Where is My Mind?” (I had to get past the creepy clown)

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