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Interpreting the Films

Here I am hunched over another
impression of the brain with its wads
of flat batting and weird yarn, thinking how
can I read these films without a light board—
me, foolishly holding each chronic image up
against the screen door in the kitchen,
my brain's blank cauliflowers over and over,
twenty tiny brain images per page, twenty-five
films, brain, brain, brain—and there
in the center, what everyone is talking about
(itself looking like nothing to talk about),
a shape like one of my daughter's plastic blocks
stuck in the thick of it all, wedged right in the fat
bulb of breathing and bath time and bringing
in the weekend groceries and so I wake
at two A.M. with my films pressed to the side
of a fish that turns in an instant and is gone.

Heidy Steidlmayer

Fowling Piece
TriQuarterly Books / Northwestern University Press

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