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The Early Teleporter: A Successful Use

 Perhaps we are all translated, transformed in
 our travels, turned in our journeys, changed
in our exchanges every day. But I am broken.
      A single synapse moved and settled
in a
          different            quadrant        of
                                                         my brain.
   An
artery                 never
                                              reached          my                 
                 left
                   hand.
                                                   Memories
                                        rewired or
                                         gone. I
                                            am
                               altered. No one will
                            know. No one will notice.
                            Not  even I will         see
                            my      losses. I          am
                           full       of light,           full
             of              space               as empty
                                                                      and
                              celestial
                       as
                                     the space I
                                                         traveled.
                                     It is         the
                                     wild        and
                                     wise        way
                     of   progress
                                          in this          moment
                                                          pulled
                                    together
                  after being
                                pulled            apart.
 A patchwork person stitched with science put forth on a
teleporter—leaving lightyears littered with precious pieces.
 A specimen of success destroyed by destiny, destination.
Broken. Rent. I return here and now—only somewhat whole.
© 2021 by Kimberly BMW Wade

By Kimberly Wade

Kimberly BMW Wade lives in Ohio with her husband and her two cats. She has published as a poet, illustrator, and obituary writer. Most recently, Kimberly has been published in the Coffin Bell journal of dark literature, Eye to the Telescope literary magazine, Tequila Kraken: An AWFUL Publication, and received honorable mention for the 2019 SFPA Contest. For more information, visit her website at kimberly-bmw-wade.weebly.com.