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Claire Silverman
poetry
BACKBONE
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This image continues to
invade my brain
each time I accidentally focus
on the tautness of my back
Someone has cut two great red
bloody gashes along either side
of my spine
They reach their hand in
and pull out my bones
through this slit,
pull my spine from my back
now limp and wet and dripping
the crunch of ligaments tearing
my torso now ruined
Unsupported gelatinous form
Somehow, I am still alive
though no longer human
and I have to think of something
else, so my spine will return
to my body and the
dripping blood drops from
my mind.
A RENAISSANCE OF DANCE,
You proclaim,
arms wide, fabric swaying
floating
My heart yearns to be held in your hand
Guide me, I will follow
Under chandeliers, past mirrors
Feet barely touching the ground
You run, copper hair streaming out behind you,
I feel your wind in my hair as well
How big, how blue, how beautiful it is to be
in this cavernous room with you,
no longer empty, no longer closed
There is so much joy in my chest I feel I could
burst, your next human sacrifice
We are tethered, distance is of no import now
My soul is singing alongside yours
Tell me where to put my love
I leave it all here
