FALLING BODIES I am not alone in watching my body giving up its truths, the dark taint of the dye job giving way to the gray, the fallen breasts, the slope and folds of my mother-marked belly mound. I’m not yet fifty and already I’ve out- lived some I’ve seen
Thank you Amit for posting this beautiful poem. I worked with Debbie at Trinity University when she was in undergrad school and had lost track of her in the late 90's after visiting her at Northwestern, where she got her Ph.D. She's an amazing woman and, through your blog post, we have now reconnected via email. I'm excited to read more of her poetry and catch up on her life over the last 30 years!!
Thank you Amit for posting this beautiful poem. I worked with Debbie at Trinity University when she was in undergrad school and had lost track of her in the late 90's after visiting her at Northwestern, where she got her Ph.D. She's an amazing woman and, through your blog post, we have now reconnected via email. I'm excited to read more of her poetry and catch up on her life over the last 30 years!!