I felt a treachery flap my crypt
And searched upon the crack
That came to ricochet my stone
But thereinI lay trapped.
A frigid moss damped each bell toll
The spider on its prayer
The bark that scored the unicorn
And then I heard the short waved light
That closes every door
So I became accustomed
To no space, the less the more
For this, the wedding kiss you gave
Was meant to lift the pain
And see at once beyondthe world
Through layers of your brain.
This exercise negatif on
Emily Dickinson's "I felt a funeral in my brain"
is ©2003 by Laura Manuelidis