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‘Tracing Rivers’ and other poems by Ilyana Kuhling

Ambiguous Loss She is a mortician. You see she doesn’t move. No eyes open, only ragged breath. Flushed cheeks. Silence. She has prepared the body nearly a century. Not yet embalmed but ready. The lipstick is a light rose, it makes white face seem ghostly And glasses perch on a nose like mine if lids were to open they still wouldn’t see She is her own mortician. I have come to the funeral every saturday I have said goodbye And kissed her lightly I have watched the process of becoming a corpse almost Fixed Vortex Feeble fingers have collapsed into themselves her fist, like an infant’s lies limp in her lap As if made of marble the grip won’t relax unyielding “What is it that you are holding on to?” I take her thumb try to unfurl the claw, the nails digging into her palm Stigmata she must be searching for some sensation some sting of pain something “Hello” I am watching two blue planets to see if they notice the sound if gravity can …