When I write a poem, I look to the mystical power of metaphor to represent my experience, as when my sister Robyn was dying of breast cancer at age 38. I found a correspondence with this unthinkable—a fly tottering in a death dance on my kitchen floor seemed to signify Robyn’s own growing detachment from the world as she neared her end, painfully demonstrated when I called her hospital room and the phone rang and rang and rang.
Suzanne Underwood Rhodes on "My Sister in a Coma" |
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