Body Cento: From The Decade I Edited
Year One
I watched the girl’s body breathe into bits—
her body a house burning in a distant field,
crack of body, scales and chords, scalding
body of thirst, teeth-scrape, shhh stifled into one body.
it’s a blunted hook, the human body, a raw instrument
that the body can’t keep opening,
egg sac, one body holding so many.
And I was she. Body-locked
on the journey into the silence of more creation: a body
taking a calla lily into the grave.
Or, as it turns out, here now, in the kitchen, gyrating against my small body:
steel tub and blades: my body’s smooth glass, dark mirror, firing itself
Published in RHINO and in my chapbook, Come, Clearing (Dancing Girl Press, 2012)
