New Wave: Post Op

By MARIA TERRONE

Such an adrenaline rush to find
myself alive
this seventh time, injected
with glee on the stretcher,
making my usual “I’m o.k.” calls,

and thinking I’d heard the surgeons’ banter
as I struggled to swim back up
to the light and cold,
their talk about a French film
recently revived,

but I couldn’t know for sure
because I was a body freeze-framed,
halted in black and white
on the grainy sand
of a beach like Antoine Doinel
trying to flee those 400 blows.

 

[Purchase Issue 14 here.]

 

Maria Terrone’s poetry collections are Eye to Eye; A Secret Room in Fall (McGovern Prize, Ashland Poetry Press); The Bodies We Were Loaned; and a chapbook, American Gothic, Take 2. Her work has appeared in magazines including POETRY and Ploughshares and in more than twenty-five anthologies. 

Sunna JuhnNew Wave: Post Op

Related Posts

poetry feature

September 2018 Poetry Feature: CP Surendran

CP SURENDRAN
Cowboy
These roads are good now,
Clean, deserted,
Fit to walk, or stage a duel.
A lone Victoria, slow,
As if the horse was drawing
The whole city after it,
Is the only traffic.

Mole

In the Natural World

LAWRENCE RAAB
Animals dream, but of what we do not know… / Maybe some think back, / maybe others regret. But what about guilt? / Does it play a part in their kingdom? / …In one night / moles can dig tunnels 300 feet long, / while all that time we’re awake / brooding about the future…

great smoky mountains national park

The Little River

SUSAN HARLAN
The Little River isn’t very little or rather/ I don’t know what it is little in relationship to./ By the bank the water is smooth as paper/ but in the middle my sneakered feet are unsteady/ pulled by the current.