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     A Review of Poetry, Prose, and Art - Summer 2001

Eating Myself

Poems by Brett Thibault

Portside on Canetta's deep sea charter,
I overheard some line winder say:
the ancients thought you became
the food you ate—and even harder
to believe, that a turtle shell or bear hide
makes a gift of pith and claw,
fur and wisdom, when they're worn.

Fifty yards to port, a tarpon's silver side
rolls hard feathers south toward sun;
I see my skin drink up light, sparking,
my legs a fan, blazing the air, arcing
above the forest excelsior, the dun
swales and swells.
I thought,
“what nonsense," but bit my tongue.

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