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Sara Rempe
like monks through a garden, all focus
and white cotton, soaping, rinsing,
lifting her body to sponge
her swollen skin. We were
there when they cleaned her
of diarrhea, sliding an arm
under her when she struggled to move
she’d groan, suck in, drop–
limbs like thin shoots
of bamboo: rickety and trembling
under a papery sheet.
She’d climbed a mountain the week
before, stretching in the thin pure
as though it were something other
than her body
that brought her there.
About the poet:
Sara Rempe is a writer and teacher in New York City. She received her master’s degree in creative writing from Hunter College and currently teaches in the college’s English department.
About the poem:
“I was hoping to point to two things in this poem: the swiftness with which illness can claim a person and render the immediate past totally incongruent with the present; and the experience of not being the primary caretaker when a loved one » Continue Reading.
