The Body Fable
girl comes to our sterile cell bearing
snakes on the muscle of an arm,
rise of her ankle. A jewel blooms
her navel. When we see the red flush
her tattooed heart we all want to
it. Want to ruffle the plume of
that flowers above one breast.
needs us, surgery, a plucking
her torment. The surgeon toils
a small wound avoiding a crown
blackberry thorns. What light did she
beneath for a pen to green this vine
her hip? We are lured, lost
the feathered uncurlings of her leaves.
remember when 'Desire me'
a weedy plague I hid within me.
invisible. I looked for
reflection in every face on the
What could they see?
fingers flutter above gold rings
this girl's eyebrows. I look
pinpoint pupils. She ticks in darkness
the garden of her body.
Kelly Sievers, CRNA
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