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Life Before

Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself,
—Anne Sexton  


When I flew past, giants  
turned to watch me, 
air transformed my skin 
to the shape of wind— 
my feet were nob-less, 
my chin, cameo ivory, 
no score from lip to nostril,  
no rumples on the flat 
sheet of my cheek. 
Hips and femurs, dense  
as a bison’s, took me down 
to the warm silt  
of Canyon de Chelly, 
tramped twenty miles up 
wildflower trails at Wishon. 
My brain tore shapes 
from the walls of cliffs— 
glyphed deer from the Holocene 
the rust-blown shapes of hands. 
Oh, my body sweltered, 
with every kind of female heat. 
Night seeped into morning— 
disco balls, ten-speed careening  
through traffic, catcalls as common 
as chanticleers on the Ponderosa. 
Once I had hair, 
Medusa-wild, butt-length. 
I thought its feathery glaze  
would save me.   


Dion O'Reilly’s collection, Ghost Dogs, was shortlisted for The Catamaran Prize and The Eric Hoffer Award. Her second book, Sadness of the Apex Predator, will be published by Cornerstone Press. Her work appears in The Sun, Rattle, Cincinnati Review, Narrative, The Slowdown, and elsewhere. She facilitates workshops and hosts a podcast at The Hive Poetry Collective. Recently, her poem "The Value of Tears" was chosen by Denise Duhamel as winner of the Glitter Bomb Award.

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