What He Sees is your body broken layered like a set of nesting dolls each one diminished less and less complete the smallest at the center closest to whole an armless headless torso the body’s core rising from the shell of a pelvis that rises from the cradle of your sex both offered and infolded given the lead magnified and closer than any other fragment daring us to notice what is missing- the hands, the face the voice Mary McCarthy This poem was written as part of the surprise ekphrastic challenge on Magritte's paintings. Mary McCarthy has always been a writer, but spent most of her working life as a Registered Nurse. She has had many publications in journals, including Earth's Daughters, Caketrain, and The Evening Street Review, among others. She has only recently discovered the vibrant poetry communities on the internet, where there is so much to explore and enjoy.
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September 2024
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