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esknapp
Eric Knapp
United States, NY, Memphis

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Becoming Mary

In black each night this week, I'm called
by whispers to this window,
where pretty white things talk to me,
"gird up my loins" against
the haunting, phantom memories
of the awful night that spawned
the monster which is me
(but not me!)

My physical reality not
what I wish to picture;
the jeans, and ties,
and sailor suits just window dressing
for the malformed child longing
to be beautiful.

Tonight, I'll take the knife in hand to cut
away offending flesh. I'll giggle
with the pain until the blood
red sun will rise to shine on
Mary.

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Sophia Comment by: Sophia - 2008-01-25 03:08
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I agree that this seems to be about some one stuck in a body they don't want, and their desire to change it even if that means using a knife. I was intrigued by this:

'the awful night that spawned
the monster which is me'

it makes me wonder what happened to this character and how it changed them.
davidblaine Comment by: davidblaine - 2007-11-13 05:09
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I had the same impression as KW, although I'm not certain this took place in a physical realm or whether it was just mental, a dream or longing.

The phrase in quotes, "gird up my loins" has biblical connotations and adds an additional layer to the task of understanding this clearly.
KennethWelling Comment by: KennethWelling - 2007-11-09 09:21
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Sounds like a self inflicted sex change operation? Beautiful writing considering the subject matter. That first stanza is dynamite. "Gird up my loins" was the right touch of innuendo I think, but I wasn't able to piece together a complete picture of the backstory from the details that are supplied. Not sure if that is intentional....
alien Comment by: alien - 2007-10-30 10:02
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What a strange poem! I think I need to read it a few more times to really understand it, but I have to admit, I did find it very scary :D

Especially the bit: "I'll giggle with the pain..."

I thought that the first stanza could perhaps be reviewed as regards punctuation.
Good :D
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