Thursday, January 30, 2014

Sjogren's Syndrome

artwork: ralph murre

Sjögren’s Syndrome
by Marc J. Frazier

begins with water:
the mouth of the Euphrates,
villages, city-states, empires,
all our ideas
gathered, passed
down, one place,
another, now
and later.
And stays alive
as well:  cell,
tributary, heart.

The body
a creek bed thirsty
for a few drops
to roll eyeballs around in,
to swallow so naturally
air is gourmet.
Surface leaves, twigs,
plants dried up like the privates,
their ache for this element.
The need not to always reach

~ first appeared in The Spoon River Poetry Review