Recollected

Dolor squeezes through the cracks

of memory–the career that never was,

the shock of suicide. In the blur

of work, food, sleep, we sigh…

–Excerpt from “Recollected” in Donna Pucciani, A Light Dusting of Breath (Chicago: Virtual Artists Collective, 2016).

AGITATION

One a.m. it begins,

the dance of the fingers…

–excerpt from “Agitation” in HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani

Hematoma

Leg ripe to bursting,

gorgeous late-summer melon!

–excerpt from “Hematoma” in HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani

Leg

Purple and green

below the newly-stapled flank…

–excerpt from “Leg” in HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani

Post-Operative Night

…I fear sleep,

falling into the mouth of the orchid…

–excerpt from “Post-Operative Night” in HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani

Losing the Words

…Read to me the stories of the young.

I will find the syllables again, make them grow…

–excerpt from “Losing the Words” in HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani

Losing the Words

…forgotten phrases from a place

where everyone we have loved

is dead.

–excerpt from “Losing the Words” in HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX  by Donna Pucciani

Losing the Words

The words were here once.

They have flown miles away…

–excerpt from HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani

Vertigo

The last two times,

the doctors found nothing.

Just a brain, we joked.

–excerpt from HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani

Aleatory

…the randomness of things,

the way happiness and sadness

unravel like old socks…

–excerpt from “Aleatory” in HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani

Goodbyes

The cousins line up

along the platform, their faces

a family portrait in the grimy

rectangle of window.

–Excerpt from “Goodbyes” in Donna Pucciani, A Light Dusting of Breath (Chicago: Virtual Artists Collective, 2016).