Today's poem is by Erin Malone
Stranger, one whole side
of my face is sliding.
I can't smile right. A hillside, this body
isn't what I thought. Like a foreign country
it demands instructions: Lay out and identify
all parts. Who am I to drive
its unknown, ingrown roads? The waxy
nasturtiums closed against orange
parking lights, all the blind curves. My map
won't fold & I need even simple things
spelled out, the words
for house, the room that means
a kitchen. Unwrap before cooking.
Cook before eating. Until now I've avoided
eye contact but like the flowers
my flame is low. Please will you offer
your assistance? Here I don't know how to say
my name, but am learning to read
the smallest gestures.
Copyright © 2007 Erin Malone All rights reserved
from Beloit Poetry Journal
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