Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Back in the Body

Back in the Body

Body, why will you not house me.
I lean away from you, my leash.

When I jump, there is no certainty,
no tall-building-leapingness,

no superpower. If I cloak myself
in sweat, will I be sealed in,

Saran-wrapped. Can’t my bones
be closer to the surface so I can

burrow beneath them, speech bubble
sucked back in, anchor crawling

back to the boat, hoisting itself back
over the edge, panting, dripping.

4 comments

  1. Thank you for the link to Haser's 'On the Face of It'; interesting how much is both revealed and hidden.

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  2. Love that first stanza. Such a great opening. Thanks, once again, for the evocation.

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  3. Lovely as always and a little complicated too today...I reread and reread...Happy Wednesday Hannah!

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  4. "leash," "leapingness," "Saran-wrapped," "Speech-bubble sucked bace in." And a Hannah-bomb conclusion too, that anchor biz. Holy cow, that's all good stuff, and all in the service of a big idea about what Self is, isn't.

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