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Into the Ocean Run

or, A Postmodern Confessional Poem

So many images of pity and pain – I'll make mine small and manageable as ice-cubes in a tray – out of the way.

[In this iteration I attempt to shield myself and the reader from feelings of trauma while still saying something about it.]

I won't add to the grief; I'll recycle griefs that are close at hand: Ripley in Alien 3, a virgin huntress and "mother", throws herself into lava as the monster bursts from her chest. And here is the bully in Donnie Darko, who has forced the eponymous hero to the wall in the boy's bathroom, put his crotch on Donnie's thigh, and pressed a knife to his throat. They are so close it's like they are caught in a mirror.

So many images of pity and pain – I'll make mine small and manageable as ice-cubes in a tray – out of the way.

[In this iteration I use the metaphor to explore the feeling of trauma after-the-fact.]

Come into the freezer; it's safe and calm here; still as a cemetery. It's ok. Here none can harm us. It's my hideaway, sometimes. Don't mind the carcasses, they will be eaten tomorrow. There's the grave of Geronimo and those of my ancestors – I think in the part after the end they become friends; after the episode finishes and the credits roll. Our breath puffs ghostful, rises light and pretty as reindeer.

So many images of pity and pain – I'll make mine small and manageable as ice-cubes in a tray – out of the way.

[In this iteration I destroy the metaphor and move toward transformation.]

But let's take them out and put them to use. We'll mix up some laughs; we'll make margaritas and go to the beach. We can get naked and roast like corn on the cob, purple, yellow, and red. In the heat of the sun, our stories become one, yet distinct. We are not alone in our bodies. Let the waves wash the soft limbs of the shore; let the voices flirt and float in the atmosphere; let the margaritas run through us, and into the ocean run.

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MarmiteWrite's avatar

This is a very beautiful post with so much wisdom, earned not only for your work as a writer, but also from a lifetime of connections and caring. I’m so very sorry for your losses, and so grateful for your wisdom.

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