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Like Ulysses wife, unstitching every night, we
disconnect our threaded lives, uncouple them

as if connection were the worst disgrace we could
conceive, as if to “find ourselves” meant that we

must snip our piece from out the common cloth, cut
loose the scrap that is our point of view; (and

find out the hole that’s left reveals much more of us
than could any scrap!) Consumed with severance, breaking

threads that bind us to the ground, to beasts, and to
each other -- crazed spiders, trying to un-web ourselves

whenever we see dangers tremble on the farthest
strands; believing in the center, we deny

the edge that clings to every other thing, forget
the essence of the web is to cling, to bind.

Denying that what we bring forth is all we have
to anchor with. How quick we fray,

once our tiny patch is cut adrift!


words: Catherine McGuire, Oregon (website)
"Disconnect" was first publ
ished in NeoVictorian/Cochlea, 2004

image: 'patterns of Lisbon', Steve Wing, Florida (about & more)


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BluePrintReview - issue 23 - (dis)comfort zones