Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Twenty-three
Summer 2010
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WITHDRAWAL MANTRA
Sarah Glass

Nude,

I pull a blanket in around me
water and all,
turn my teeth to worry stones
repeating the Buddhist Truths:
Life is suffering,
           like an eternity without fingertips, to be
           as quanta of light-
           energy absorbed and radiated
           not continuously,
           but discontinuously.


This should be the foundation of ego:

I am me and I am not me.
A wraith in my veins, I am at ease.

The cause of suffering is that we cleave.
           Sometimes I think I am the kind of light
           only butterflies can see.
           I donít know how I will ever find work,
           or marry
           unless butterflies exist that are also men.
           Even so,
there is a way for suffering to end-
           no eightfold path or twelve-step program, but
there is a way
           in the thing perceived to be in between,
           a constant laughter we interrupt by breathing,
           and forget
           when we try to hold our breathing in.

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