my body with me
I’m leaving – reluctantly – I am taking my body
with me – what else should I do with it? not understanding
what a body is – no one does
or we wouldn’t be leaving the mud –
mud where we belong – looking up at a bodiless universe
of which we know less than our own forms –
our own earth
nevertheless, I would like to take
my seed. Seed to seed – this child – our bodies made
who is loved – O love –
in all the muds
Posthuman
a chunk of continent upends its basin
charred divot intemperate in the sea – no choked
herd of any burning species – no trees – no floating bladders, even
mammal fat, humanoid debris, Northern Lights – any
flat starred Holograph
even the promise of a corpse
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Wendy has published in: Mslexia, Poetry Salzburg Review; Interpreters House; Ink, Sweat & Tears; POEM; Acumen; Gutter; The Tangerine. She has been shortlisted/commended listed in many international prizes: the National Poetry Competition; Mslexia Women’s Poetry Prize; the Bridport Prize; the Brotherton Prize; the Hippocrates Prize and the Plough among others.
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