SOMEBODY We learned hardnessbefore we learned to be held.Carried our hearts like contrabandunder work shirts,pressed against the bullet.At night, the city lit its yellow rows of glass,silent and accusatory.A woman scrubs copper rustfrom a child’s knuckles.A man sleeps on his stomachto anchor the empty mattress.Forget love as an answer—it is only a hand in the
“SOMEBODY” (poetry by Bodo Vespaciano/OCS Valencia)
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A deeply moving and haunting poem that captures the hidden wounds of human existence. The imagery of hearts carried like contraband and the empty mattress speaks volumes about loneliness, hardship, and the longing to be loved.
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