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		<title>The wheelchair</title>
		<link>https://legacy.zocalopublicsquare.org/2014/04/25/the-wheelchair/chronicles/poetry/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2014 07:01:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>by Maw Shein Win</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>The scar is a girl and the wheelchair is a woman. The crutch is butch. The drugs are good. The light is dry. The air is paint. The bed isn’t there. The nurse wears a cape and the doctor is a boy. The wheelchair is there. The scar is at loss. The wheel catches light off the reflection of water in a bag. The bag is on a pole. The walker is a man in blue pants. The scar cream isn’t there. The air is blue paint. The light is a small girl with her face in the pillow. The crutch is a doctor with a diamond on his forehead. The diamond is a tunnel with a one-way road. The ambulance drives towards the east. The bed is dry paint and the scar rejects the water. The boy is there and the bag leaks a trickle of tiny blue diamonds.</p>
<p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://legacy.zocalopublicsquare.org/2014/04/25/the-wheelchair/chronicles/poetry/">The wheelchair</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://legacy.zocalopublicsquare.org">Zócalo Public Square</a>.</p>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The scar is a girl and the wheelchair is a woman. The crutch is butch. The drugs are good. The light is dry. The air is paint. The bed isn’t there. The nurse wears a cape and the doctor is a boy. The wheelchair is there. The scar is at loss. The wheel catches light off the reflection of water in a bag. The bag is on a pole. The walker is a man in blue pants. The scar cream isn’t there. The air is blue paint. The light is a small girl with her face in the pillow. The crutch is a doctor with a diamond on his forehead. The diamond is a tunnel with a one-way road. The ambulance drives towards the east. The bed is dry paint and the scar rejects the water. The boy is there and the bag leaks a trickle of tiny blue diamonds.</p>
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		<title>Cinematic Distance: 5 Films</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2014 07:01:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>by Maw Shein Win</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Film #1<br />
<em>You have holes in your energy field.</em><br />
The therapist announced.<br />
The husband was dismayed.<br />
His wife brought her hand to her mouth.<br />
<em>Your holes need to be filled.<br />
This will be the focus of our next three sessions.</em><br />
Close up of the therapist’s face.<br />
Eyes closed. Glass teardrop on her upper cheek.</p>
<p>Film #2<br />
A young woman walks on crutches towards a garden.<br />
She wears a long cape which trails behind her.<br />
A boy stands alongside the dirt road and offers her strawberries.<br />
A man on a donkey pulls an empty wooden cart.<br />
Close up of the woman’s feet.<br />
Frayed leather sandals. A dark birthmark in the shape of a star on her left ankle.<br />
A metaphor. Or a sign.</p>
<p>Film #3<br />
He is a self-proclaimed healer from Holland.<br />
He believes that people who are ill can be cured by submerging<br />
their bodies in ice-cold water.<br />
Men leap </p>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Film #1</strong><br />
<em>You have holes in your energy field.</em><br />
The therapist announced.<br />
The husband was dismayed.<br />
His wife brought her hand to her mouth.<br />
<em>Your holes need to be filled.<br />
This will be the focus of our next three sessions.</em><br />
Close up of the therapist’s face.<br />
Eyes closed. Glass teardrop on her upper cheek.</p>
<p><strong>Film #2</strong><br />
A young woman walks on crutches towards a garden.<br />
She wears a long cape which trails behind her.<br />
A boy stands alongside the dirt road and offers her strawberries.<br />
A man on a donkey pulls an empty wooden cart.<br />
Close up of the woman’s feet.<br />
Frayed leather sandals. A dark birthmark in the shape of a star on her left ankle.<br />
A metaphor. Or a sign.</p>
<p><strong>Film #3</strong><br />
He is a self-proclaimed healer from Holland.<br />
He believes that people who are ill can be cured by submerging<br />
their bodies in ice-cold water.<br />
Men leap off cliffs into ice lakes in the winter.<br />
Men sit naked in the forest up to their shoulders in snow.<br />
The first thing he says to her: <em>You radiate pure love energy.</em><br />
And then, <em>You are unaware of your power over those around you.</em><br />
He finishes his beer and pops open another one with his teeth.<br />
Close up of an ice cube slowly melting on her tongue.</p>
<p><strong>Film #4</strong><br />
<em>Where should we meet in our dreams?</em> He asks.<br />
<em>In Greece. On a beach at dusk.</em> She replies. And then, <em>Do you need more earplugs?</em><br />
She counts, <em>One thousand, two thousand, three thousand.</em><br />
He is asleep. A deep and heavy snore<br />
Long shot of industrial landscape.</p>
<p><strong>Film #5</strong><br />
She uncorks a bottle of Cabernet at 4:30 pm.<br />
A slight buzzing in her ears. Pleasing.<br />
A sliver of pain through her left thigh. Remote.<br />
She thinks about her ex. He used to live here. And his shoes were over there.<br />
The landlord sends a text. She doesn’t respond.<br />
She lifts the glass to her lips. Close up of her teeth. Crooked on the top row. Straight on the bottom.<br />
The sound of the fridge. Chilling.<br />
Medium shot of woman as she slowly walks to the radio and turns it on.</p>
<p>The voice of the radio announcer: <em>Never mind the fog alert, ladies and gents. A calf will be born in the morning. Buy everything before you forget. The song that you just heard was by. More vision for all!</em></p>
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