D.L.D. Confers with the Alienist

Wednesday Poem (Audio)

D.L.D. Confers with the Alienist

In my visions
I don’t move
to help her

because there’s no sense
in lifting the child
knowing what I know

will happen anyway
when the river is pulled
into the soft vacuum

of her lungs:
My eyes are closed
but I can still see

her fixed pupils
rimmed with the green
slough that clings

to the bank
where cattails
suck from the silt

try to burst into flight
The water still ripples
from her thrashings

Thea, goddess of sight
floats beside me
blindly tapping my thigh

(An Elastic State of Mind. D.L.D.’s Autobiography in Poems. Wigestrand forlag 2012)

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