[…]
Doctors pursued the elusive
verdict, their spooky machines
awhirr with purpose. Their glowing dyes
showed fiery tributaries ribboning
my heart: arabesques of argon violet
crosshatched in patterns so complex
they seemed quite random. It would take some faith
to unravel all that
bafflement! Was it heretical
to expect things from this
world? To want to live
forever in the cells’ jewel glut, the body opulent,
a squirming heaven in each fist?
[…]
From “The Body Opulent” in Palladium by Alice Fulton
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