Erika Horn


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Three Poems: Spider Lady; Dream Of The Lady With The Burning Hair; History Lecture, Year Unknown

When I was born, torn from the body of my mother,
for support I tried to grasp the shirtsleeves of the
doctor.
My balled fist could clutch, but he yanked it away
before I could hold onto his skin.
As I grew, my eyes became level with the shirtsleeves
of men.

Their bulging muscles fascinated me-
I tried to rest my head there-
to my surprise there was no soft flesh there-
the muscles felt like steel-
they hurt my ears.
It was a compensation of sorts,
my mother never would let me get them pierced.

About then I began to exercise my invisible ...

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