Craniotomy
My daugher’s skull was cut open
last week. I braid her hair, try not to see
the gash and Frankenstein’s monster staples
holding her together, and I think of cleave:
cleave to, cleave apart… How does
a word simultaneously mean to join
and to separate? Like how this new
generation uses literally to mean
both literally and figuratively. How can
a thing be itself and its opposite? How can
heal mean slice and salve? How can
mother mean to always hold and to still let go?
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So poignant and provocative at the same time. Profound.
Beautiful and weighty, glad to have read this today!!
Very moving and powerful. Thank you for sharing.
What a tender piece, full of care. Love “and I think of cleave…”
I second folks comments ahead of me.
Powerful ending, with the last line singing the ache:
“How can
a thing be itself and its opposite? How can
heal mean slice and salve? How can
mother mean to always hold and to still let go?”