Half-Remains

How did I come to be half woman and
half shadow? My left side, a charcoal sketch,
a figure motion-stopped, an outline etched
on solid concrete. Look how my right hand

still moves. My right leg walks, or would, except
there is no place that I’d be walking to
where half a woman could be made anew
a place where spare left sides are somehow kept?

I have one eye, one ear, and half a tongue.
My right hand’s flesh and bone. My left is ash.
All I remember is a sudden flash—
a flash far brighter than a thousand suns.

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