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antiBODY An Anthology of Poetry and MedicineMain MenuForewordIntroductionAt the Teaching Hospitalby Dan KrainesAtrophyby Paul BlomBarnacled to the Boneby Stephen C. MiddletonBiopsyby Julie RosenzweigBlood Truckby Sophie Summertown GrimesChokeby Alyson MillerDead See Scrollby Rich MurphyDeciding Not to Wear Glassesby Donna J. Gelagotis LeeDiscovery: Negative Returnby Tara SkurtuExileby Lane FalconFlushby Stephen MeadFruitBy Tyler ChadwickGrandmother Dead, Then Alive, Then Dead Againby Matthew BakerHysteriaby Donna J. Gelagotis LeeIf Not Absolutionby Matthew BakerMirenaby Meagan GrantMittelschmerzby Sarah KerseyMoon Childby Lisa Hitonpecan, rodef, clamby Susan ComninosRefugeesby Walt PetersonShe Cannot Let Him Goby Nancy Smiler LevinsonSome Days Begin Like Thisby Tara SkurtuThe Mechanics of Loveby Victoria GatehouseThe Needleby Isla McKettaThere Was Beauty in That Graphby Geralyn Pinto[Untitled]by Nan Darbous Marthaller[Untitled]by Nan Darbous MarthallerContributorsCalvin Olsenb5c5f3583225f37f1f8a2a51ca3fc4b14f902087
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12018-02-22T04:41:43-08:00Calvin Olsenb5c5f3583225f37f1f8a2a51ca3fc4b14f902087180221by Sarah Anderson Woodplain2018-02-22T04:41:43-08:00Calvin Olsenb5c5f3583225f37f1f8a2a51ca3fc4b14f902087by Sarah Anderson Wood
The making of you went horribly wrong but I am still at it, some lingering construction that defies my better sense. Fruitless imagining. Inside me where I cannot see there is the site of where you were. Cells must remain, surely, maybe in a bloodstream in a pocket of organs, hidden before I had to let you be taken from me.
You are a lack, an amputation, not for the holding or viewing. I open and fold flat the clothes bought for you repeated tactile memorial— embroidered birds on pale fabric. Each item bought with intention of zipping you in, buttoning you up, nursing you in.
Of your body, there will speak two handprints, two footprints only smaller than a doll’s pressed after they took you from me from the tiny body I never laid eyes on.
I cannot pursue you though I doubtless will (touching fabric, writing words) seeking the time of us, the part of me where you once prodded insistent in our revelry.
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