Linda Hepner Poems
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Allium, Peeling Onions
Peeling onions with my naked nails
Oh how close I come to paring off my parchment skin
And on it I shall write: if all else fails
This you shall send to those I’ve harbored, allies, foe and kin:
Come here and read, my cold and heedless peers,
That I, constrained by expectations, image, hunger, need,
Have found beneath the skin a well of tears
And with serrated slicing into stinging flesh I’ve freed
The piercing fragrance live between each petal,
Layered bodies, one upon the other, sinew, bone,
Bleached by salt and sweat to pearly metal;
Found Again Jewels!
Oh where oh where have my hip joints gone,
Oh where oh where can they be?
I asked the surgeon to save me one
And give it back to me!
I once was joined to my lover man
Like Siamese twins at the hip,
But now he’s found him another fan
A brand new microchip!