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Pellucid Musing

Aileen Bassis

"Like a pebble,"
producing a pearl, by luck
unstrung or not.

Unhappy necklace laced
with one stop, pause, and it's
then another and on.
Anon. Choice swims
clear as jellyfish. Pellucid;
translucent as spit.

    Bits of cartilage are
floating in my shoulder joint,

    thickening like pearls
inside an oyster shell. An MRI is
prescribed but still, the doctor doesn’t
really know what’s there or where.

is diminishing, information
flits ludicrous in bits and bytes.

Joints rub all ways to argue amid
a damp fugue of barometric pressure
and deltoid shrugs. I can’t hook my
bra and grit my teeth to reach a plate.
Fuck all, obviate these diminishments.

With my left toe flexing little
and my lumbar spine
encroached, it's obvious that
data can be skewed, perhaps
elude, not ever even

Aileen Bassis is a visual artist in Jersey City working in book arts, printmaking, photography and installation. Her artwork can be viewed at She’s exploring another creative life as a poet. In the past year, her poems have found homes in over 20 publications, including Gravel Magazine, Milo Journal, Specs Journal, Spillway, Still Point Arts Quarterly, Amoskeag.

ISSUE THREE: Alertly Messy | next poem →

ISSUE THREE: Alertly Messy

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