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While Under

in the infirmary  the visions    grow in number

every time they take my pulse        another one

I imagine they are born in my blood  I imagine they are borne into the world

every time I take  a breath

the doctors do not tell me anything  people stopped

telling me anything  months ago

mostly I am afraid of the visions  but in the operating room

they multiply  grow gentle  sweetly  they tell me the story  of my life

once your father held you on his shoulders  so you could put your fingers

high  in the church rafters    and look for God

once you knew the name for every butterfly that flocked into the valley

I’m young  when they have told the whole story  they go back to singing

one bright morning  I’ll fly away

as I wake  they tell me not to worry  with the soreness or the burning

we are everything that you will ever need to make

from The Virginia State Colony for Epileptics and FeeblemindedFind it in the library

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Published in Molly McCully Brown Poems

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