After Remedios Varo [Rheumatic Pain, 1948] They wrap me in the pained body of linen strips striping flesh compressed and pressured sealing what’s physical from view so that none can see agonies as my face portrays them, refuse to admit the failure of their purported cures and pin me with excuses pressed into my Self: she suffers from ego neurasthenia hypo-gyno-other-chondrias female problems meno-glosses a glossary of terms that imply head has no truck with the body, with its boundaries, bounties, bowels. Red means swelling, signifies pain—say to my beloved untether me I prefer undoing to unknowing, to the forces that tell me “press on” toward an unwelcoming citadel that never has been my goal. There’s no remedy from men in medical smocks who’d swaddle me in certainty or terminology. Unpin me from these message boards. Let me float in my own corpus lightly above a world of hurt. I’ve earned my right to cry Let go. Ann E. Michael Ann E. Michael's latest poetry collection is Abundance/Diminishment. Retired from academia, she keeps busy as a hospice volunteer, gardener, and chronicler of her own backyard who maintains a long-running blog at http://www.annemichael.blog
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