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My life, at this stage, had worn paper thin - clipped to a board, hung at my feet, open to review with scant reference to the source material. My body had been fragmented, parts selected and cut - the changes tracked for future reference. And there were end notes (if you were interested). I was saved for later.
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Apr 12, 2022
Apr 12, 2022 at 5:54 AM UTC
Micro Surgery Ward
My life, at this stage, had worn paper thin - clipped to a board, hung at my feet, open to review with scant reference to the source material. My body had been fragmented, parts selected and cut - the changes tracked for future reference. And there were end notes (if you were interested). I was saved for later.
Thanks to poet Tamar Yoseloff who prompted the imagery - see her collection: The Black Place.
stevejeff
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Apr 12, 2022
Apr 12, 2022 at 5:54 AM UTC
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