Scanning the 1888-1917 Board of Education Minutes
I had hoped it would be
like I had dreamed
the pages facing the future
without recalcitrance
(I not wanting to chance
a broken hip or last infection
as a trade-off for her legacy)
but it became apparent
an incision
would greatly ease the procedure
It was all I could do to keep her stable
What started as dedication
became disassembly undoing
the dearness I had hoped to honor
by severing it
to spare her longevity
I snipped the ligament
that strung her days together
not listening, but capturing
increments memories
whose meaning I risked
even as I held them
each by each in my hand
So must a surgeon
separate
what you are
from
who you are
to reconcile
what steel might wound
what steel might save.
March 7, 2020
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