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| Photograph from the cover art by Kevin Dooley |
From the book Event Horizon, mgv2>publishing, 2013. First appeared in Stone Highway Review.
I imagine a day
without this pulling of skin,
the taffy-like expansion in the sun,
the morph into bitter porcelain.
Drying from the inside, out.
I picture myself
rising without having to sweep
my cells together.
Smiling without cracks sprinkling to life.
I long for a day
when utensils will not sing to me
with their silver charms,
humming of moonlight and
ice against a glass.
That day,
that morning of hushed relief,
I hope it’s closer,
ticking nearer to me.
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