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Inpatient Procedure and Poem Written While Waiting for the Biopsy Results

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Inpatient Procedure and Poem Written While Waiting for the Biopsy Results

Inpatient Procedure

Lord I love to aching

all this sweet

anonymity, to be a pulse

lighting up a picture

that is nothing

like a face, a list

of dosages a clear

cup of the correct

capsules the right

dose of sleep & the right

dose of waking, walking,

a heart blooded but

unburdened of all

metaphor for feeling

oceaning its waves so cleanly

across the screen, I want

to slip & sleep under 

its under, let the body

tick off my time & tell

each machine I’m fine,

I’m fine, I’m fine.

Poem Written While Waiting for the Biopsy Results

I spent a lot of weathers trying to understand 
if I was the same person running as I was walking, 
if I lived inside or just beyond the body I folded to lie 

on the couch, the body I lifted to lie in the bed. 
In some poems the sky is an answer. In this one 
the answer is rain. Sometimes as a child I liked 

to imagine I could hear it, the buzz and sting 
of an other’s thoughts. Now I magic myself into thinking 
there is a way to not be thinking, not to be feeling 

the brutal wing of it, the insect that is the mind. 
Having mentioned the sky I would be remiss 
were I not also to say it cannot be trusted. 

All those swift-shifting sallows. Those acred 
ocres. Those greys that think nothing 
of hushing up a pink. In the end all

metaphors mix until mess. There are so many 
ways to transform the body into the journey 
to find out what’s wrong with the body, 

to locate the place where it has decided 
to end itself. You won’t know when it begins, 
your life as a ghost. Which is after all 

a stillness you’ll notice only as a same that stays 
a same, the unrecognizably shallow pitch of a song 
that in life took you only one note to name.

Emma Bolden is the author of House Is an Enigma (Southeast Missouri State University Press), medi(t)ations (Noctuary Press), and Maleficae (GenPop Books). The recipient of an NEA Fellowship, her work has appeared in Best American Poetry, The Norton Introduction to Literature, and such journals as the Mississippi Review, The Rumpus, StoryQuarterly, Prairie Schooner, New Madrid, TriQuarterly, Shenandoah, and the Greensboro Review. She currently serves as Associate Editor-in-Chief for Tupelo Quarterly and an Editor of Screen Door Review. Her memoir, The Tiger and the Cage, is forthcoming from Soft Skull Press in 2022.

Featured artwork:

Is this thing honest?

Drawing

Raphique Barakat is an Arab-American concept illustrator, editor, and musician born in California with a degree in Philosophy from Fresno State University. A couple of his films have won Best Music Video and Best Documentary from video competitions in his hometown, and has worked on many comedic projects as well. Currently residing in the metro Detroit area, he continues to blend his music, film, and drawings into his art. Raphique is currently working on an album under the moniker Shrinq Mountin.

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