Prompt:
“because this is how we protect what we love,
by hiding what it truly means to us, this little bag of gold
we keep buried in the yard, the thing we will do anything
to keep safe, even going so far as to pretend
it doesn't exist, that there's nothing missing in the dark.”
Excerpt from Quan Barry's poem “Someone once said we were put on this earth to witness and testify”
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