I Saw a Picture of My Legs

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The Seat June 2, 2024

They were holding up 

a building. One of those man-made

yurts, but still, so heavy for a pair

of legs. Actually, they were saving 

a baby seal whose mother

had died and it was crying—and my legs

were saying ah, shhhh. 

And they were a priest, two 

priests, and the faithful were waiting 

in line with open mouths

for my legs to extend

a holy wafer. My legs

were one-thousand-year

comets. They were 

archangels. They gave

their lives for a horde of faceless 

people who were about to 

fall off the sharp edge

of a cliff. If you look closely

those people really do 

have faces—freckles, dimpled

chins, glasses sliding 

down noses, and in some 

of their eyes you can see 

they really want to be saved.