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      July 26, 2017Kootenai CradleboardMichelle Chen

      after Eileen Myles, while visiting the National Museum of the American Indian

      You flowered
      like a salmon
      moves against
      sharp bone
      like a beaded
      ribbon swings
      I called you
      loon because
      you knew
      approaching
      storms
      I called you
      washing, the wood
      asleep like
      a bowl
      Inside
      your spine straight,
      cheek against
      buffalo teeth
      Burbling,
      you swallowed
      sweet camas bulb
      in the shape
      of your lung
      And
      lifting
      this cloth
      against
      the mountains
      bright under
      the light
      like a
      wail

      from #56 - Summer 2017

      Michelle Chen

      “I’ve learned to write with greater empathy in my poetry because of my experiences with mental illness. Depression, obsessive compulsions, and social anxiety lent me more curiosity and sympathy for narrators who are on the fringes of society. However, both the thought and execution of empathy often falls short in my poems’ universes, and I utilize this theme as a reflection of the difficulties involved with emotional distress. The feeling of being disconnected is the main theme of all these pieces, involving narrators with several small differences or diverse situations that end up eating away at them. I hope that my work will give insight into the realities of mental struggle, if not mental illness, and bring to light the reality and importance of mental health. The lack of tolerance of mental illness has affected me personally—I’ve been personally advised to remove the subject entirely from multiple applications for school and work—and this institutionalized discrimination and delegitimization of those who struggle mentally just as with any other illness is important to discuss. I hope that my piece allows readers not to forgive, but to understand the distressing isolation of thinking and living differently.”