Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Faint Poem

On TV newscasts they show the sprain. This woman had
Fallen or slipped or been a mother
In a suburban location. I’m not sure why this was news
In the 80s but the enjambment, the cleanliness of the break
Was obvious, in the X-Ray, you could see it crack.

A virgin at this: never hit the floor so hard.
The tide empty out. A pulley
To not awash, not scurvy or talon
No talisman to rub. But that altered sentence
Of where I feel versus a few minutes ago
I’m not sure of the mechanism. Doctors say Vaso-Vagal

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