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The CureAuthor(s): Mary FitzpatrickSource: The North American Review, Vol. 290, No. 2, The National Poetry Month Issue (Mar. -Apr., 2005), p. 10Published by: University of Northern IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/25127337 .
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N A R
MARY FITZPATRICK
The Cure
These two sacs of skin?
lymphs and nodes, milk and colostrum?
swell and recede
Buds then flowers, erotic
utilitarian mammaries
And then
ticking time bombs we must probe before they detonate
Are they still okay?
Why must we know
the language of cancer?
Metastasis, oncology, sarcoma
More Greek than we bargained for ...
I see these sacs scooped out
and hollowed, replaced with harmless batting
Butterflies, laundry, dayrunners, silk floss
Zipped back up and
less bouncy; same look, no worry.
ALBERT GARCIA
The Sea of Galilee and the Sacramento River
I figured they were steelhead, those fish
that tore the nets and filled two boats
after Jesus told Simon Peter to cast
into deeper water. Ten years old, fidgeting in my family's pew, in the dark light of the Sacred Heart Catholic Church, I could only imagine Jesus and Simon
wearing hip waders, standing in an autumn riffle
of the Sacramento, pulling in one
shining sea-run rainbow after another.
Simon starts to believe after Jesus shows him the right size fly and how
to present it. And when Monsignor Casey read Simon's repentant plea?
"Depart from me, Lord, for I am a sinful man"?
I thought, too bad, and dwelled on the nets ripping, flapping silver filling the boats, joyful shouts of fishermen
lining the banks. I just knew
how Simon and the others had felt that day, how a guy can spend hour after hour
staring into dark currents,
waiting for a sign or someone to lead him
upstream to better water, only to trudge
back home with an empty ice chest.
So when Monsignor read that they dropped everything and followed, my mind gleamed
with the scales of a thousand fish
and I thought, yeah, I'd tag along with that guy, too.
FINALISTS JAMES HEARST POETRY PRIZE
10 NORTH AMERICAN REVIEW March-April 2005
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