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Never Forget Why Your Wrist Throbs

By Alexis Rhone Fancher

Never Forget Why Your Wrist Throbs

Look, when the insurance runs out,
the ulna sets itself

that clutch-at-the-railing/tumble down
two flights of Victorian stairs,
babe in arms, your wrist

eagerly sacrificed to save him.

Twenty-some years later,
after the boy gets cancer
and dies,

your body remembers,
hoards its wounds like a black hole,

your right wrist, thicker than your left,
that knobby protrusion
a talisman you rub,

while the blame feeds on itself.

Even now you know his death
was your fault.

Even now your body
yearns for him,

the arthritic ache that pulses
an image of his face,

a supernova, each time it rains.







First published in Gyroscope Review, 2016, nominated for the Pushcart Prize






Article © Alexis Rhone Fancher. All rights reserved.
Published on 2019-11-25
Image(s) are public domain.
1 Reader Comments
Harris
11/25/2019
10:37:37 PM
Cool poem. Very integrated in its theme and overall feel.
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