marian wakes

marian in the big round refrigerator in the clouds
her eyes finally open
the rows of staples in her peach fuzz brain
describing a missing piece of pie

i tell marian
that all the exercising
she’s done with her brain —
listening to three radios at one time
while reading five books —
has made her brain fit,
ready for more calisthenics
when it heals.

her long cool brown fingers
open & close on the bed sheet.
i cover her hand with mine.

here in the refrigerator of broken bodies
i’m remembering all the nights quickly glimpsing
marian’s whole head her soft
voice running on as i climb the stairs
to bed not knowing
how much i loved her
until now,

never listening

so carefully

for just one word

wendy shaffer

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2 thoughts on “marian wakes

  1. What’s up with marian?

  2. Kathy says:

    Beautiful, sad poem.

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