An Offering...

An Offering

Here are my bones.
Pierced by a beam of light, I have been made
Transparent, a map of fragments
That touch but don’t connect.
Afloat on black film my feet are
Weird galaxies in distant space,
Strange and utterly familiar,
The toes calm, focused, except for
The stubborn fourth ones which
Curve and twist as if wanting to turn themselves
Over, be seen from underneath.
That’s the point: to expose,
Turn inside out, reveal
Every broken place, fissure, crack.
Can you see? I am trying to show you
Where the semi-permeable membranes
Have allowed the passage of heat, fluid,
Breath, mistakes. This is not about flesh,
About the curving instep of something
You can hold in your hands:
These are the stories of my life,
Luminous pieces of my secret architecture,
The puzzle spilled from the box.

—Elizabeth Rosner

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The new issue of BEREALMAG is up!!!!! - our favorite Arist Andrea is featured and you just might find one of my poems as well.
Enjoy!

Posted by stef at December 7, 2004 08:50 AM