Poem for June 14

June 16, 2012 § Leave a comment

Thank God You’re Connecting Things

There’s always corn
but I thought of lobbing
opal green butterflies,
a swamp snap of lightning
for the mastery of
suddenly sick
and not knowing
if I should or shouldn’t stop,
what stop was,
what I was up against:
a cotton gin,
the cotton plant calling
an extraction of sharp
rubber flavor,
a person to come along,
bearing down
with pant legs
that rip the white
from its seedling eye
out.
Am I that hideous
to nature,
a vagrant released
to pass the egg along,
to spin its threaded
words.
between a growing child
and thorns that cling,
about a silence
every doll tries to sing,
every limb longs to breathe,
every fabric moves
to speak:
origins in fields,
slaves to do these things.

-Amy King, I Want to Make You Safe (Litmus Press, 2011)

I Want to Make You Safe

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