Poetry: Saguaro by Sarah A. Etlinger
Maybe pain teaches us something
about the body
Maybe pain teaches us something
about the body
Feeling the sun through a crack:
what does mapping impose
on our {corporeal} experience
We drive inside the belly of a whale
this January skins refused to sag
the feet craved pumiced rituals
The passengers are bright
and overflowing.
Part aligned. The joins showing.
What fade there is
in a day
We put ourselves into everything
My daughter is in the driveway crushing the peony blossoms.