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Heather Browne

Neurons

 

He did surgery on my soul

removing people 

pieces 

step or stitch 

 

I will carve you, He said

out and open 

of everything

unwanted

 

What do you choose?

A finger?

That friend?

Your knee?

Or are you 

                  perfect

                                        just

                   as

                              you 

   be

The Switch

 

The light was to crawl within

creating itself a hole

illuminating the spot 

to burn

searing flesh

taking space 

openness from lack

a fill from the sacred fall

 

We think removing means gone

or left 

but what I see 

in this open 

space 

is 

the touching

and light

Portal

 

I cut me a portal

right above my eyes

a third one

to let in and out

the ancient

open 

in air

 

experiencing other

no touching of any 

part 

of me

insides 

are outsides

breathing in 

out

 

holding 

stitching me 

up and up and up 

pointing above

not at me

not of this life

radiating

all

now within

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Heather M. Browne is a faith-based psychotherapist, recently nominated for the Pushcart Award, published in the Orange Room, Boston Literary Review, Page & Spine, Eunoia Review, Poetry Quarterly, Red Fez, Electric Windmill, Apeiron, The Lake, KNOT, mad swirl.  Red Dashboard published two collections: Directions of Folding and Altar Call of Trumpets.  

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