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Audio Recording - Adoption of the Body

Adoption of the Body*

I’ve seen a place destroyed

by tornadoes and rain,

water beetles, dark irises,

on the surface of still pool water

Temporal lobe,

unreliable

How can we really remember

someone,

          the details?

Sixty years from now?

People don’t notice a

sapling grow into a tree

overnight;

Each day the branches

stretch further and further

toward the sky,

A woman giving birth,

A woman described as manic,

A balloon detaching from the string,

*This poem was published in The Main Street Rag, Volume 20 Number 2 (Spring 2015)