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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 BakerLackby Sarah Anderson WoodMirenaby Meagan GrantMittelschmerzby Sarah Kerseypecan, 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
Moon Child
12018-03-12T19:49:40-07:00Calvin Olsenb5c5f3583225f37f1f8a2a51ca3fc4b14f902087180221by Lisa Hitonplain2018-03-12T19:49:40-07:00Calvin Olsenb5c5f3583225f37f1f8a2a51ca3fc4b14f902087by Lisa Hiton
Like living inside an angiogram, I remember the womb—
Blood vessels illumined, eellike, hot to the touch. Moon Child, I could hear my mother, muffled by All the light and absence—
With you, ataxia wobbles my desires; haste to have what my mother had.
I think of these things to tell you when you are asleep: Little pools of water filled with limbs. The sky is dull, The sky in excess. I draw rings around your belly.
Sometimes I do things to you because I want you to do them to me.
In the morning, when you are still asleep, I reach my hand Into your mouth, down through your chest. I turn your heart over.
first published in The Journal
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