{"id":1436,"date":"2012-01-01T01:36:48","date_gmt":"2012-01-01T01:36:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1436"},"modified":"2012-01-05T01:32:58","modified_gmt":"2012-01-05T01:32:58","slug":"terry-ann-wright-0112","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/terry-ann-wright-0112\/","title":{"rendered":"Terry Ann Wright, 01\/12"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Year I Lost My Mind<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Why is it that we think
\n<\/span>losing our mind must happen
\n<\/span>all at once?<\/span><\/p>\n

Conflating mind<\/em> with brain,
\n<\/em><\/span>perhaps, we think of it
\n<\/span>as a unified whole.
\n<\/span>When it goes, it must go
\n<\/span>all at once.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet that’s not how it happens.<\/span><\/p>\n

Instead it falls away
\n<\/span>layer by layer
\n<\/span>like dying leaves from an autumn tree:
\n<\/span>lazily, slowly.<\/span><\/p>\n

Or like an orange peel sections
\n<\/span>away from the heart,
\n<\/span>pulling apart like the diamonds
\n<\/span>of a Mercator map.<\/span><\/p>\n

The getting-to-know-you game
\n<\/span>in elementary school:
\n<\/span>My name is Bobby. My name is
\n<\/span>Tracy, and his name is Bobby.
\n<\/span>Around the circle where the poor
\n<\/span>last kid has to name them all.<\/span><\/p>\n

But it was a getting-to-unknow-you game:
\n<\/span>One day I couldn’t remember
\n<\/span>the way to work.<\/span><\/p>\n

Another day I forgot my
\n<\/span>roommate’s name, and I couldn’t
\n<\/span>remember the way to work.<\/span><\/p>\n

The next day I couldn’t figure
\n<\/span>out how the shower works,
\n<\/span>I forgot my roommate’s name,
\n<\/span>and I couldn’t remember the way
\n<\/span>to work.<\/span><\/p>\n

I dreamed my sister chased
\n<\/span>college presidents around
\n<\/span>the living room and hurled
\n<\/span>chocolate pudding at them,
\n<\/span>lung spoonful by spoonful.
\n<\/span>Ha! Who’s the mad one now?<\/span><\/p>\n

For all that, however, I can’t say it was unpleasant. The falling
\n<\/span>away of knowledge didn’t seem
\n<\/span>a great loss. At times I almost
\n<\/span>looked forward to the next road
\n<\/span>bump:\u00a0 I sat in my rocker<\/span><\/p>\n

and watched pieces of me sail
\n<\/span>off into the darkness. Good bye,
\n<\/span>bon voyage:\u00a0 I didn’t bother to
\n<\/span>ask, hey, where are you going?
\nWhen will you be back?<\/span><\/p>\n

Blankness is a soft white blanket,
\n<\/span>nothing worse. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Who Can Say?<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

At first, I thought I was the catalyst for change:\u00a0 made you
\n<\/span>dye your hair, borrow my blazer and take
\n<\/span>the office job in Cambridge.<\/span><\/p>\n

Thus taking secret credit for your success.<\/span><\/p>\n

This time you’re dong it all on your own and not only
\n<\/span>without me, you’re doing it to spite me.
\n<\/span>No, in spite of me.<\/span><\/p>\n

That’s one truth.<\/span><\/p>\n

I was a duty you couldn’t quite shrug off.
\n<\/span>I exasperated you.
\n<\/span>Cast off, and appendage, a prosthesis you no longer needed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Still, I keep track.<\/span><\/p>\n

Who can say what I would do,
\n<\/span>what\u00a0 I would have done, if I didn’t have you as a wall
\n<\/span>to break myself against?<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m impatient when there’s no news.<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh, it’s radical to tell the story of peace<\/em> all right.
\n<\/span>But what do you know about that?
\n<\/span>Your last letter, Germanic, full of convoluted nouns.<\/span><\/p>\n

Taut enough to break diamonds.<\/span><\/p>\n

A story set in the locker bays. What a laugh.
\n<\/span>As if we were two cheerleaders arm-wrestling over a boy.
\n<\/span>A knife blade in the back?<\/span><\/p>\n

No nun loves her wounds more than you.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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