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Yesterday,
the sign in the airport
read
‘Recombobulation Area’
after we’d been
assessed at the molecular level
for explosives, liquids,
lethal knitting needles,
and the possibility of
a hidden blunderbuss
So we sat down
and obediently re-established
our pocket wealth,
tied our shoes,
rearranged our molecules,
and strapped back on
any undetected emotional weapons
of self-protection
we’d manage to conceal
with our taciturn smiles
Copyright by Katrin Talbot
Used with the author's permission
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Australian-born Katrin Talbot is a violist, photographer, and poet, whose collection St. Cecilia’s Daze is forthcoming from Parallel Press. Her poetry has appeared in a number of journals and anthologies and she was recently nominated for a Pushcart prize. Katrin was a finalist in 2009 for four national poetry prizes—one of which awarded enough prize money to fund a Dairy Queen run. Her photo essay of Schubert’s Winterreise was published as a coffee table book and CD by the University of Wisconsin Press.
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