Discharged into Clouds

Angella Kassube donated to Dean Young’s heart transplant fund. Two years later, she found herself animating his poem about it.

Discharged into Clouds

On the fifth floor I spent 10 days
learning how to walk never far
above the earthworms, never far
below the sky. The darkness there
 
had nothing to do with an absence
of light and it wasn’t a voice
calling me. Now I’ve been awake
a thousand years, wouldn’t be surprised
 
to find a forest fire in my closet
or an eye in a cut-open apple. All night
passing cars throw luminous figures
against the wall that flee like angels
 
given the wrong address. All night
a woman down the hall screamed how
a wound wanted its knife back.
Magnificent must have been the bird
 
whose claws dropped me, magnificent
my scars. The old heart, cut apart
and out, they wouldn’t show me.
 
 
 
Dean Young

 


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Poem ©2013 Dean Young, all rights reserved, used by permission of the author and publisher Copper Canyon Press. ©2013 Motionpoems, Inc., all rights reserved.

 

 

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