Here's an excerpt from "Giving Away Bones," a prose poem in Stirring the Mirror:
GIVING AWAY BONES
The only piece I had trouble leaving was my skull. It stared at me with cavernous sockets like twin black wells. I appreciated the way it had cradled my brain, holding my thoughts in its bowl. But at last I kissed its brow, placing it on the desk of an artist, something to hold her bouquet of paintbrushes.
You might think my organs were left lonely and cold, but they were already gone by then -- untangled, shriveled by sun, then pinkish-gray dust blown away on the wind. Inhaled by passing clouds. All that remained of me was something like a peeled mirror, a human image without dimension, distilled to particles of light. Like a paper doll, I turned sideways and disappeared....
(This piece first appeared in The Bitter Oleander, then in No Boundaries: Prose Poems by 24 American Poets, an anthology from Tupelo Press edited by Ray Gonzalez, 2003.)
I look forward to seeing you at the Fall Festival!
4 comments:
Lovely excerpt! Thanks so much for sharing.
Thanks for the kind words!
Nice meeting you, however briefly, yesterday. I'll see you at the Art Center.
So nice to meet you, too! It was a gorgeous day for the festival.
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