Inoperable
Anna Antongiorgi
like the roots of trees
or fingers starting to bleed or
taking sand out of jell-o –
how many ways can you describe
the poisoned
brain? doctors must have
many images on hand
to make death
both process and
metaphor. holy mary
mother of god,
did you too ask
for a moment
of respite? blessed are the pure
of mind, they will never
know jesus like a
spine, curved
and yelling, wanting
the baptism
to fill up
the throat.
First two lines from A Girl is a Half-Formed Thing by Eimear Mcbride.
