Allison Blevins

You ask how I feel. This is a trap. If I say my body hurts, not in my skin or fascia but in the spreading of pain along my nerves from my mother to my daughters. If I say inside me pain learns something new: how to web into the small and wet, loiter in the old rooms of diving and blue. You will reply, I'm sorry. I'd rather argue.

from the book CATALOGUING PAIN / YesYes Books
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This section from "Cataloguing Pain as Marriage Counseling" is one of several prose poems that stand alone on the page but work together to navigate how chronic illness and pain thread through a marriage.  In marriage and in the body, pain transcends the physical and weaves through generations.  I'm obsessed with the challenge of understanding and being understood, obsessed with the intricacies of empathy and conflict within families. 

Allison Blevins on "Cataloguing Pain as Marriage Counseling" (excerpt)
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"Like Shepherd, I too was aware of myself as connected to the world in profound interdependence, an understanding that philosopher and biologist Andreas Weber refers to as 'enlivenment.' Every living thing around me had been animated by the same irresistible force, a 'wordless insistence' to which my body was now yielding, 'bowing / then kneeling / to each contraction as it came.' The force that was driving my daughter into the world was the same force that drove the tulip poplar's leaves to burst from their buds and their winged seeds to root themselves in the soil."
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