It's #tbt! Enjoy this great one from SWWIM Every Day's archives!
A building on X Street is gone now. What did it look like, now that it is gone? My memory for some things is excellent. For some things my memory is no good. After those nights in the hospital, the doctors were satisfied with my condition. Am I? All those years in which I saw the body as a mere vehicle to transport my mind to new places. Now this: the body contains my eyes; the eyes that harvest joy for my spirit. The body contains my ears, eager to hear the song of water as it rushes through an empty valley. And the body contains a beating heart; these flutters draw my hand to my chest like a magnet. Write about me on a piece of paper, fold it and then open it up. Is it blank again?
Annie Stenzel (she/her) was born in Illinois, but did not stay put. Her full-length collection is The First Home Air After Absence (Big Table Publishing, 2017). Her poems appear in print and online journals in the U.S. and the U.K., from Ambit to Trampoline Poetry, with stops at Chestnut Review, Gargoyle, Nixes Mate, On the Seawall, Psaltery & Lyre, SWWIM Every Day, Stirring, The Lake, and Trampoline Poetry, among others. A poetry editor for the online journals Right Hand Pointing and West Trestle Review, she now lives within walking distance of the San Francisco Bay.
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