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Full in the fat wallow of me,
Even to the marrow—
Blood plumping along in a red swell
Blushing my most unabashed
Skinpatches: nosetip, earlobe, wristshallow. O
Is a crush of too-muchness,
A malady of my baffled self awash.
Finally the days, will I find
My bones I lost, will my sharps and edges
Hedge this fleshy
Habit I’ve made of excess?
Already my heartracing startles
Twitches, my dinner hiccups
Another’s diaphragm. Already and almost
I swear I feel
The protein creep of me, cell
By splitting cell, into another’s life.
Sorrows not for the heart-close one
I’ll lose from me at my delivery
But for my own
Soul overboiling, unbound, bound
To a stranger’s groans, undone by his hurts
To the third and fourth
Generations. What I’m birthing is my own
Never again mere. Never again my own.
|November 12, 2010||The more Alice reaches out, the more her dream-rushes||Jenny Boully|
|November 11, 2010||Health||Rafael Campo|
|November 10, 2010||The Emperor||Matthew Rohrer|
|November 09, 2010||Zerogarden||Andrew Zawacki|
|November 08, 2010||Sonogram||Jennifer Chang|
|November 07, 2010||Witch-Wife||Edna St. Vincent Millay|
|November 06, 2010||The Pumpkin||John Greenleaf Whittier|
|November 05, 2010||from Canti||Giacomo Leopardi|
|November 04, 2010||Enough||Jeffrey Harrison|
|November 03, 2010||The Undertow||Sasha Steensen|