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SHJ Issue 5
Spring 2012

[One Poem]

Erin Rodoni


I want to throw my body
in front of your body
as the word explodes 
from the doctor’s lips,
flies across an anonymous desk
past photos of wife and child in wooden frames
in a small  room with lowered shades.

I want to hold that burning 
ball of lead captive in my flesh.

But I’m not there, I’m here
sweating in my car, a hot cell-
phone clutched in my hand, seeing 
in slow motion, over and over,
the word carve a searing tunnel
through your breast bone,
the tension in your face
wobble, then shatter,
the word lodging at the center 
of your life.


End Bug Issue 5

Erin Rodoni

Photo of Erin Rodoni

Originally from the Bay Area, Rodoni lives in San Diego and is currently pursuing her MFA in Poetry at San Diego State University. Her work has appeared in the San Diego Poetry Annual.

She is also the proud mama of a brand new baby girl.

“...we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose
is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?” — Ray Bradbury