Chris Shorne holds an MFA from Antioch University, Los Angeles and has
published with Utne Reader (online), Portland Review, The Manifest
Station, and Sinister Wisdom.
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Consultation for Umbilical Hernia Surgery
The doctor tells me there was nothing I could have done
to prevent it. Nothing
that I can do on my own—
not exercise or diet or changing my environment—
would redo it.
It’s common
as mud: We are weak
and wear thin
in places
we’ve been cut
from one another.
~*~
Northwest Slumber
I
A chest of stars,
drifts me to sleep
earth flesh bends round
gray Fir, needle down:
Rain.
II
Puget Sound rushed
to the shore
of the forest
still searches, eyes closed.
III
Sleep:
a canopy of invisible trees.
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