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My NarcissusMy narcissus was a gift, a raw round heart encased in paper brown skinthat flaked off in my hands. He slept in my palm, nestled into the darkspace as my thumb closed around him.After I put him into his bed, covered with cold earth, I waited, and he opened his fist, reached up through the soil with his three fingered hand.You know the rest of the story, how he became lost in himself, drownedin his idea of himself.All that’s left now is his withered body, cut off, turning to dirt, the snow slowly burying him. But his heart, the one I loved first, beats underground.Kris Bigalk's second full-length collection, Enough, traces the interplay between the experience of codependency and the myths of Echo and Narcissus. Lyrical, raw, and honest, these poems invite us to consider what it means to be satisfied, how to make peace with each other and ourselves, and how to know when enough is enough.
Daring, contemplative, witty, and moving, the poems in Kris Bigalk's debut collection REPEAT THE FLESH IN NUMBERS unflinchingly examine human frailty from multiple perspectives, and ultimately arrive at a place of generosity, regeneration, and grace. The musical precision and vivid images invite us in to poetry that surprises, inspires, and haunts, reminding us that what we do to ourselves, and to each other-and what we do for ourselves, and for each other, is ultimately what defines us.
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