Eleanor Goodman

Lesson in Glass

After Cavafy

Remember, hippocampus, how it appeared inevitable
those junipered glasses of gin in efforts to erase
Remember, amygdala, the black tektite
hemorrhage of blood from a far and foreign impact
Remember hiding remember
the healing of heavy metal coming up through the floor
Whatever has severed from your body now
is sealed between beveled mirrors
behind those dismembered evenings
and your carnival-glass eyes—oh, corpus callosum, remember