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Project 3 CAC

X-Ray, Upon Inspiration

COHORT 8

The left bone is missing or perhaps the doors

we broke through. Three, to reach this one

-colored room, light shuddered and the fog

spoke clean. These greyscale tones, emptied

hues. Windowless walls and the dark of weather

stripped leaks, day’s thieves. Anything to block

light. Remember the body’s branches, shoots.

The image of a tree, without a bird beating inside

its framework of white. When I size each image,

we become disembodied, behold the body’s

strumming. My—it’s like the broad-skinned maple

I used to tap for sap, New England November,

hands divining the trunk for fluid, filled vats.

The invisible made visible and the syrup boiled

and parsed. I picture a bottle glowing, lucid

like ribs, the glass retrieving. See how the body reveals,

on the slide, its quiet sap. Before us, the xylophone’s notes

unending, turned to diagnosis, name. Here, more

air clutters the right. The density of rib misread as metal,

missing. Mass unseemliness made the matter of soft tissue

sound. Light undoes itself, rustling. An affliction

hides thorns. Near my chest’s drum—less tissue, grey leaves.

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