Issue 8


Summer 2013

 

Today Is the Beginning of the Rest of Your Life



We sculpt our life around what's left (one leg
and a resilient torso). We use props
when necessary mind you, like this peg
that I've been stomping on (or you can hop
if you're a purist). But while stuck-on ears
work just as well as womb-made ones, we fuss
whenever something near us disappears
(especially if that thing's part of us);

so while it's not essential that we mesh,
we've a decided prejudice for flesh.

Assuming then we all have choices, and
that pieces disappear along the way,
should we replace as is? Or carve by hand
a new identity: part blood, part clay –

 

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Kathryn Jacobs