29 May Elizabeth Bishop Injects Herself with Adrenaline for Asthma
Elizabeth Bishop Injects Herself with Adrenaline for Asthma
Eyes closed, I inhale, I imagine:
a fine needle in the arm opens your chest,
raises you to a high pitch,
sets you humming all night.
Saved from drowning, you float
on the surface, gulping breaths,
heart at a Scarlatti gallop––
and how the lines come in a fine
tremble as your fingers grip the pen
to make illegible stitches
on the moon-white.
Lend me your waterfall. I want
to watch the fireflies floating
up the wooded ridge at Samambaia,
to hear your gardener, Manuelinho,
singing to his donkey. Let me dive
with the riverman, to the place
where Luandinha, the serpent goddess,
will blow her cigar smoke into my mouth.
First published in Cider Press Review, October 1, 2016.