Yes, it can be admitted now: she had a secret once
carried like a stone in her pocket until
forgotten—
(is this how what we are
becomes unspeakable.)
what if years later running her hands down her body she found
that stone, worn now,
and named it
home
or God
or something
equally
hard?
From: https://poets.org/poem/yes-it-can-be-admitted-now
Date: 2005
By: Kathleen Jesme (1949- )