Queasy Feeling
Janet Kuypers
2/24/19 poem on Instagram and twitter,
written on World Sword Swallowers Day
I wanted to swallow swords today,
I wanted to feel the long blade
sliding down my esophagus,
wiggling past my diaphragm, and
touching that sharpened blade tip
to the opening of my stomach.
Almost as if the sword is knocking,
asking if it can come in. Please.
I wanted to swallow those swords
to mask the queasy feeling I have,
like my insides have felt shredded
since you left. My stomach’s been
doing somersaults, turning without you,
so maybe that sword would shock me
into being calm again, would force me
to control my breath and be at peace.
Be at peace, isn’t that a lark, to think
that I’ll slide swords down my throat
to get my mind on anything other than
you, gone. But you see, it’s meditation,
choosing to swallow sword after sword,
to force me to focus on nothing other
than controlling everything about me,
right down to my breath. I’ll focus
on this one thing, the only thing I can
control — until my mind can be free
to clear the way for getting you back
to me. It seems ludicrous, this sword
swallowing, but it is nothing compared
to the pain that has been deep within me
since you have been gone. I’ll dissect me
until I can see an us, as a forever we.
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