Scar
By Emilia Phillips
Sometimes it’s
bigger than my
body, the body
that gave it
life, that is
its life—as if I’m
a frame for
it, as if it
continues beyond
my end, although no
one, not here,
can see where
it goes, how
far, & now
it finds
its way into
every possible
place I
imagine, even
the past, which believes
in my scar like
a prophecy, & like a god’s
work, I have no
memory of it breathing
into me &
abstracting me
to myth from which to
remake the world
into the rising
& falling
action of fiction—my body
as denouement. Sometimes I feel
it without waiting
for its hum on
the nerves, its shivering
arc from eye
to jawbone. How often
I want to
give it a voice so
it can tell
me what I want
it to say—that it knows
me like tomorrow
does. That a need lives
in lack’s because.
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Happy belated Cinco de Mayo! Which we celebrated with tacos for dinner. I had a very nice day mostly with my friend Alice, with whom I went to lunch at the Brooklyn Deli, then stopped at the mall, which I have only been to once since the pandemic began. There has been a lot of shift, but we went first to several that are still there -- Vera Bradley to see the new Star Wars patterns, window-shopping at Lilly Pulitzer, Hallmark, and Francesca's, perfume samplers at Sephora, and we went to the new LEGO store which is a place of absolute delight and I have seen the new Thor sets!
Alice went home in the afternoon and
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