Hobble Creek Review
| Rachel Dacus |
Wish Bone
The missing bone in my spine x-ray
leaves a delicate arch of emptiness,
a bridge over the epidural space.
The gone bone is a bone of wish
that my walk wouldn’t pinch and wobble,
that I wouldn’t know I am incomplete.
How much else was missing at my birth?
What scan can now locate the unformed
part that couldn’t generate,
couldn’t spark in an empty span its own likeness,
leaving me my own last generation?
I wished and wished, but the structure
would not hold. I couldn’t pull or snap
to release a wish fulfilled.
Now the missing piece
just keeps pulling and pulling
and only the words snap.
The missing bone in my spine x-ray
leaves a delicate arch of emptiness,
a bridge over the epidural space.
The gone bone is a bone of wish
that my walk wouldn’t pinch and wobble,
that I wouldn’t know I am incomplete.
How much else was missing at my birth?
What scan can now locate the unformed
part that couldn’t generate,
couldn’t spark in an empty span its own likeness,
leaving me my own last generation?
I wished and wished, but the structure
would not hold. I couldn’t pull or snap
to release a wish fulfilled.
Now the missing piece
just keeps pulling and pulling
and only the words snap.
Rachel Dacus has three poetry collections, Another Circle of Delight (Small
Poetry Press), Femme au chapeau (David Robert Books) and Earth Lessons
(Bellowing Ark Press). Her poetry CDs are A God You Can Dance and Singing in
the Pandaleshwar Caves. She serves as contributing poetry editor for Umbrella
and as a staff member of the Alsop Review.
Poetry Press), Femme au chapeau (David Robert Books) and Earth Lessons
(Bellowing Ark Press). Her poetry CDs are A God You Can Dance and Singing in
the Pandaleshwar Caves. She serves as contributing poetry editor for Umbrella
and as a staff member of the Alsop Review.
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