Ill Feeling Poem by MARINA GIPPS

Ill Feeling

Rating: 3.9


Like skiing a mountain, then suddenly
falling off. Breaking several limbs,

slow motion. How funny
to not crack my favorite:

my chicken wishbone, the carcass
around my heart where I once read you,

first impression of awe, followed by
the glamour of slow dying.

So I stopped everything, free in an air
of dead rapport, awaiting your call,

a receiver to answer me when only
a machine spoke at my bedside.

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MARINA GIPPS

MARINA GIPPS

Chicago, Illinois
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