Planetary

My planet passes the sun every year

on the date of my birth at Garfield Memorial,

a hospital in D.C. that no longer exists. But I still exist,

having squirmed my way out of my mother’s legs

into the gloved hands of Dr. Caroline Jackson, I’m told,

after a fifteen-minute interval in which

they discovered we were twins . . . .

–excerpt from “Planetary” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag Press, 2014). First published in Coffee House.

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