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Bridget Lowe

Sea World

I am counting down the days 

on my abacus of bone. I write home 

with my finest India ink. 

 

At dawn the damaged will be laid 

out in rows and warmed by a light 

until their strength returns. 

 

At least enough to wave. Little girl, 

this one’s for you. Always has 

been, always will be. I’m Babe Ruth 

 

pointing toward a distant, sun-hued 

orb. And just like that the shadows 

return to their lair. And applause. 

 

It moves me until I think that I might 

speak. Then the tragic schema 

of the common beach ball begins again.

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Bridget Lowe is the author of the poetry collection At the Autopsy of Vaslav Nijinsky (Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2013) and her poems have been published in The New Yorker, A Public Space, Poetry, Best American Poetry, The New Republic, Ploughshares, and elsewhere. She lives in Kansas City.

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