Alone, I left the visible world.
How hard my eyes pressed
but still no sight. Some things
abhor light and I almost
understand them growing
in their slime. I stayed
in darkness, stayed till
the winding sheet began to come
undone around me, all of me
loosening, separating, even
the pieces of my own spine
unhooked, and bits of me
floating off with the river—arm
ear teeth—the cave a throat
swallowing me. Later, it spit me up,
thrust me out like a boat—
my body returning to me—light
that picked my pieces up
and made of me
what it could.
from Red DeerFind it in the library
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