I went looking for the body.
The apple, tree, the river.
Gliding voice, curve of arm,
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The thing I'll never write is the green leaf
with its rubbery-hard veins, I'll never
write the structure exposed, instead
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My friend Lou
used to walk up to strangers
and tip them—no, really—
he'd cruise the South Side,
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Banff, Alberta
The mother elk and 2 babies are sniffing
the metal handle of the bear-proof trash bin.
I remember the instructions for city people:
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The torso facing east, the head nearly west,
as if she couldn't take in the sight of her
own skin and its failings, its parts spilling
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After Roselia Foundling Asylum and Maternity Hospital,
corner of Cliff and Manilla
This is the house I was born in.
Look at it. Asylum.
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An eater, or swallowhole, is a reach of stream or a tidal area given to violent currents and waves that often upset and/or suck under boats and kayaks and the like as they are attempting passage.
— William Kittredge
The eater, my birthmother, was speaking:
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You want to know what work is?
I'll tell you what work is:
Work is work.
You get up. You get on the bus.
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