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Océano

published by dancing girl press in 2017

Chapbook of poems put into the world through this Chicago-based publisher of women’s writing. Love, distance, the end of the world, ducks. Copies available through the publisher.

Océano
Writing Out

My task is to find her again
and again and keep her

from peeling her wrists. I’m not sure
whether this dream is a response to the bombs

in Brussels or the fact that we are buying
a house. The dream is less

about bodies, more about not
letting someone fall. In the afternoon, I scold

the class for using the phrase “bad writing” for a book
I call poetry, by which I mean text raw enough

that to read is to touch, to hold whole versions of the world
on the tongue. This is what remains, for some of us, of prayer.

If the poem is an act, it is the choice not to retreat from the terror
but to bring the dream into the waking body.

All day I look for her in the folds of my mind.
I chase her into the trees behind the house.

To all the people accounting for bodies
oh Lord, might bodies account for the world.