Academic journal article Field

The History of My Blood

Academic journal article Field

The History of My Blood

Article excerpt

Sometimes I feel I'm one step away,

that it would be just that easy or close,

and I can't decide if it's a step toward or a step away from,

or if this means I'm lost or on tour.

Like how I feel watching visualizations of the universe.

From this speck out to some other speck

and then back, from blood to blood.

Fibrous universe in which my blood is busy

pouring juice, where the horror movie review

starts with a lesson in pacing

and then everything goes nuts. It's a lament

about a man trapped in his own head, circling,

with pointed descriptions of his slowly mutating depression

being cushioned by swelling strings and a backing chorus

of deliberative "oohs" and "ahs." Blood of my blood.

In the traditional tale of the babes in the wood,

the two children are abandoned in the wood, die there,

and are covered with leaves by robins. …

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