Extinction Song
The full moon / can make light of darkness. How can we, when we’re asynchronous / with our own heartbeat, with the earth?
The full moon / can make light of darkness. How can we, when we’re asynchronous / with our own heartbeat, with the earth?
Chronic illness is like dust. I have one of those syndromes– / where symptoms are layered upon layers, and the pain renders /
my body an arid landscape.
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Cover Art of The Suburban Review #36: Disability by Ali Marbeck. Image is a digital illustration in a magical realism style.
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but who has time to fall apart? / my father readies a black / garbage bag: / my umbilical cord casket.
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Artwork from The Suburban Review #36: Disability by Linda Ogonowski.
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Sensation’s persistent voice, a warning
whisper like the barbed death wish / of a stonefish.
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