Barbara Ellmerer

Barbara Ellmerer

of faulting what you knew all along
to be weak, like a spine, the sag
in the bed that you have slept on
for forty years, the dulcet tone
of a mother who thinks you are
still five, nothing tears faster
than the paper no one wrote on,
or someone wept on, wishing she
could write one word that would
matter, then one more, and one
more, a gradation senseless and
cruel, like tears on a quilt of stone.

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Barbara Ellmerer

[ZB Magnet 3] Athanasius Kircher (1601-1680), Magnes sive De arte magnetica tripartium (Rom: Blasius Diversis … Zanobius Masottus, 1654), Zentralbibliothek Zürich, Alte Drucke und Rara, NP 1, p. 528

Unpeel the imminent skin,
fissure the smooth beginning with
the knowledge of brows
that will pucker in disbelief,
this is not the face we knew,
this ravaged circuitry is another
way of acknowledging defeat,
who exposed it to our
eyes?

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