If This My Person . . .
I do not know any more
how to speak of the burning
How to dress
the cramp with
I am simple now, like a shell,
a swallow, a
I do not walk with an eagle’s foot,
do not stir myself naked from
into a gallery of torments imagined.
That is gone like
that clings and begs
for miracles, like a boat that
the waters then is broken
by a great
Tide . . .
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “madswirl”, September 2011
Published in “Reflections, Issue 23″, 1995
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