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).

To a Friend…

…don’t pretend you didn’t feel for a moment

when the ligament snapped, the fear of not-being…

–excerpt from “To a Friend on the Occasion of His Accident” in HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani

Prayer to Santa Teresa

Santa Teresa, do you remember

the lizards at Burgos? the floods?

–excerpt from “Prayer to Santa Teresa” in HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani

Your Hand

…your hand my harvest moon,

still bright with that best of all senses,

touch…

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

Unassisted

Today you try to throw away the cane.

You stand on the perilous edge of air…

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

Inheritance

…You have only a little genie in a cane,

a loyal doglike walker, the throne

of a heavenly commode…

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

MILESTONE

…You wear your scar

like an old soldier, limping…

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

Swell

Alabaster foot, soapstone calf

moon-carved, blue veined marble ankle.

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

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