Anatomy Lesson

This is my arm
, I hurt it when I jumped across a creek and fell.
You cannot jump across a creek, neither can I.

This is my shoulder, hurt while I tried to buy a train ticket.
I cannot buy a train ticket.

This is my shirt.
It got dirty as a shirt
gets dirty when
its wearer meets an incoherent, violent yearning.

Look at my eye,
it went missing as I was leaving the theatre.
I am not allowed to see.
This poem first appeared in The Idle Class 2014. It can also be found in Graveyard.

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Jessica Halsey was born in Arkansas and has lived most of her life in the United States and Panama. She earned a BA in Sociology from Randolph-Macon Woman's College and an MFA in Creative Writing from Goddard College. Would you like to know more?

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