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"Spirals"
When I was a child I dreamt my mother died. Afterward I couldn't watch television. To sit in front of that wooden box
Where anything could happen brought back the dream. "The Twilight Zone" was especially awful, the way a child could run away fast down
A dark street and still fall into another world. Sometimes I amused myself with my mother's stockings, a fur coat and handkerchiefs that belonged to my grandmothers,
Old cloisonné compacts and lipsticks, all family Treasures I'd found before, like the books I read Again and again, familiar yet surprising plots.
But always I forgot where not to look and found The earrings lying in the pink plush of her jewelry box, Two black onyx tear drops surrounded by silver spirals
That made me sick to my stomach, like spinning around Too long looking at the sky, then falling down With my gut spiraling into my eyes. It was Vertigo
Jimmy Stewart at San Juan Bautista looking down The tower stairwell which rushed toward him And away, the curl spiraling at the back of Kim Novak's head
As she looked at the painting of the curl spiraling At the back of a dead woman's head. So in my dark closet and wrapped in blankets I sat
With my head against my knees thinking the universe Had to end, but beyond any ending I could imagine Was more space, another universe. I couldn't stop
Thinking about the universe which was so large It blacked out the world. Here is my model For everything I don't understand, for insomnia,
For my grandfather folding his coat, taking off his hat, Sailing from a rooftop to the cement of Colorado Springs, For my uncle taking pills, having lunch with his daughter,
Then laying down to die. Here are the far away lovers. All of them. Here are two black tears surrounded By silver spirals which I took from my mother's box
Without asking—I knew she wouldn't mind. I would say They bring me close to her. They don't. They are tokens— Beautiful and well-made—of my fear. They could be
Stupid postcards that say, "Wish you were here," And they swing from my ears almost painfully, Heavy silver and stone.
—Aliki Barnstone
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