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5.09.2012



The brain, like the earth, lies in layers.
Floaters dart and punch.  I see the field.
My face stays numb.  Keep your eye on the target.
Click the button when a light appears.
Last night I read "So little evidence is left
of what had vanished."  I can't always follow directions.
The tumor pressed a lobe, charging
the amygdala, emotional core of the self.
In school they taught us that soil covers core
and mantle; mythology explains creation
and change.  Now age drapes childhood;
my hair, the incision.  I see a light but forget
to click.  I didn't remember dreams for a year.
How I've changed may not be apparent.



- Patricia Kirkpatrick, Poetry, April 2012

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