By Catie Rosemurgy, whose book of poems, The Stranger Manual, is strange and its effects gradual:
The Wondering Class
I think the stomach means we cannot love one another properly.
I think the stomach is our one true eye.
I think the stomach is an ingredient.
I think the fingers mean we are too small inside one another.
I think the fingers mean our roots became bone and we lurched away with a new agenda.
I think the eyelash means we can float to the ground like snow.
I think the eyelash means we must not appear burned.
Some of us have been burned, but that is not what the eyelash means.
It is unprepared for. It is the other side of the world.
The other side of the world is intricate with the lace of forests.
The other side of the world is a euphemism for disease.
I think disease means the cells have rearranged to mirror something fast and jagged approaching from the sky.
I think disease means full expression.
I think disease means the river truly was as golden as it seemed.
from Diagram 4
Edited by Ander Monson of THEDIAGRAM.com
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