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"forgotten"
~after reading Transparencies by Meg Bateman
there’s a silence in the air
as I take in the group of poems—
the words that linger—
jaws, tentacles, licks, jowls
—and I am swallowed
into a scottish life—
braken, heather, thistle, clover
—have the flowers grown over me
here, land bound, a cure in my blood
have I lost myself in the evergreen
of dunes, the shore of the big pond
jaw raised, can I sing my way out
will the ocean breath me in
—make me interesting again
me—a mother wolf, four cubs
dragged about in my sharp teeth
rolled around by my rough paws
there are no bagpipes on the wind
here—no heather, no thistle
only store-bought blackberries
dè mise dhutsa—what am I to you—
sister, savior, sailor—seasickness,
anxiety turns my stomach—washed up
on the shore, no movement, waves
lap, claw, pull on my waters
the wind moves the trees
—like the soft bark-colored fur
of a squirrel—I’m unseen
scurrying with restlessness
the acorn drops—Fall arrives
am I to sink in the sand with worms
or find my blood and bones in deep sea
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