Today I woke up and found that
both my Ring fingers were missing. The last time this happened, I found one of them in my vagina, The other had been chewed by the
cat.
Today, however, they were no where To be found. Perhaps they were
gone, For good. Looking for another
woman's Palms. Or they had simply shrunk From disuse,
retreated back Into my body, transformed into Blood cells and bone marrow.
I have not told you about this Yet; lest you should be too happy For the stay of Engagement. But perhaps there is no reason To tell you at all: you have
already Severed and swallowed them whole.
~this poem appears in The Asia Literary
Review Vol. 2 (Summer 2006,
p. 161) and Filling Station
(Canada).
~Image courtesy of Jakub Pstrag.