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Three
Poems
by
Rosemary Dunn Moeller
Body
Piercing
When
you wear the white identification bracelet,
and insertions
hanging from sensitive genital tissue,
pierced hands,
wrists,
arms, throat sore from tubes
pushed in and
pulled out from
the gentle violation of orifices;
when
there’re the incisions,
opened by blades, closed by
needles sharper than the jokes
in get-well cards about
indignities,
exams, unintended exhibitionism,
then
you heal through pain,
discomfort,
aches,
until
you discard
cards and balloons,
and a tumor,
a
white bracelet.
A surgeon’s tattoo for a souvenir.
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Resistance
Strengthens
Displacement
supports
with the assurance of buoyancy. I feel
capable
and safe, even if it’s illusory.
I observe pond
skaters, yellow bladderwort floating,
mostly on the
surface.
Canoeing gives superficiality a good connotation.
Wave
rhythms and wind currents cause waves
to resist the paddle.
The leverage
of wood in my hand becomes a fulcrum,
swirls
and vortex of a stroke, cooperative and
contrary
simultaneously.
I’m in control and controlled,
coming
and going for no purpose but
pleasure, sliding along with
exertion
and effort. My shoulders
will ache, stiffen,
strengthen.
I
should be doing more of this and less of importance.
Canoe
is a perfect shape and draw,
paddle smooth silk strength
that I wish my arms had. And
kneeling feels right,
for
a working, straining, balancing act.
Feet tucked under,
back resting on bench,
knees on canoe wales and face
forward.
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Aversion
Reversed
Flamingoes
have red milk, not surprisingly,
made by both parents,
interestingly.
Mammals don’t have the monopoly on
milk.
This up sets my mammalian bond;
thought it was
unique
to all mothers
who birth.
And I’ve
never liked flamingoes,
pink and prissy footed
steppers,
look fake, as falsely colored as blue
carnations.
Now that we’ve something truly
special
to me in common--
feeding milk to our young from our
bodies--
I have to drag out my preconceived
notions,
prejudices and preferences and re-evaluate.
My
discrimination is faulty, my aversion an unfair bias.
I have
to rethink my feelings,damn,
admit to cultural culpability.
Damn.
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