Anatomy Lesson

This is my arm

I hurt it when I

jumped across the creek

and fell.

You are not allowed to jump

across the creek.

Neither am I.

This is my shoulder,

dislocated after I bought

a train ticket.

I am not allowed to buy a train ticket.

This is my shirt.

It was torn as a shirt

gets torn

when its wearer meets

an incoherent,

violent yearning.

Look for my eye,

it went missing as I was

leaving the theatre.

I am not allowed to see.

This is a revised version for my poetry collection, Lupercalia. This poem first appeared in The Idle Class, Aug. 2014. Read the original, previous version here. (Written as Jessica Forest)

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