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Published: Sat Jul 1 2006
Wosene Worke Kosrof, The Inventor V (detail), 2022, acrylic on linen. Courtesy of Sullivan Goss Gallery, Santa Barbara, California
The Mayo Clinic

I walk on the slant, tilt as if the danger
of being out

of balance were an act of necessary
love, an interval

that explores how being
upright is possible—

Here nerve is
in extremity, a craze, a small crack

in the surface, like the scurrying
of ants.

Its hot flight, its embroideries, its hollows
make clear the falling

off:  minute notches fail to keep.
Then, the soul has

no period, no end, only brackets and parentheses
for damage.  The difficulty—

so hard, then, to hold.  Lately sprung,
the light.

Eva Hooker is Professor of English and Writer in Residence at Saint Mary’s College, Notre Dame, Indiana. The Winter Keeper, a hand bound chapbook (Chapiteau Press, Montpelier, Vermont, 2000), was a finalist for the Minnesota Book Award in poetry in 2001. Her poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in The New England Review, AGNI, The Harvard Review, Salmagundi, Witness, Drunken Boat, and Best New Poets 2008. (updated 7/2009)

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