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WOMAN STANDS BEFORE A STEEL TOWER

A.Byss 2026 - excerpts

Dark outside. Someone pull up a chair for her.  She was there for eight hours. Someone pull up a chair for her, she is tired, drenched in something invisible. 

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of course I’m grateful 
for the masses you’ve salvaged
from the premature moonrise 

 

Heart attacks, overdoses,   
made 'alright' again 

​flickering brains surfaced

with lights & machines


breaching from depths unknown 
dropped on the shore of familiar burdens 
with a wet thud of miracle 

& a peculiar taste in the mouth. 

 

Visions of Guadalupe  
wafting through linoleum stairwells 
leaving a pink glow trail 
the smell of sweet beeswax 

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Of course I’m grateful for all this 
do I even need to say it? 


But doctor her lips were white, eyes like caves. Her body seems to absorb light,  cloaked in a sopping shroud,  life eating itself. What’s that called again?  Autoimmune?  A star inhales itself into an unknown, inner field.   

what was recorded / what stained your opinion / were you tired / were you distracted / what didn't you see  

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I was wiping the countertop and putting sweetcorn into a Tupperware as her whole body drew stories of

diagnosis / insomnia / ptsd / dismissal / family / art therapy / professionals


“Why the f*ck am I taking three different antidepressants?”  

She had to get herself on the waiting list of a third professional
to decipher who was right:  doctor or psychiatrist 

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Testifying to congress


against the father of her kids:

 

blue-purple-yellow reality   


coated Her Body of Evidence


still a lawyer spun webs 


round the obvious situation

 

Later, she spoke of freeing

the fury she had hoarded:  


at the pool, swimming laps 


it expelled in brilliant light

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Later yet, having scaled

many further mountains,


she spoke of delivering it all

to the doctors’ golden pen. 


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“Low Mood Disorder”  

(he said and he wrote.)

 


this isn't the kind of thing you can get with money or temper tantrums 


I am clearing my interior with explosions and wildfires. I learn there is no demise 

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but opening.  now my blood soaked land can bear your contradictions  

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give me another lesson in choosing my own selfhood 


in trying to kill me you are teaching me how to survive 


and since there are many predators I am discovering many ways 

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