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ISBN-13: | 9780375711886 |
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Publisher: | Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group |
Publication date: | 10/13/2015 |
Edition description: | Reprint |
Pages: | 208 |
Product dimensions: | 5.98(w) x 8.97(h) x 0.52(d) |
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Bereavement
Behind his house, my father’s dogs sleep in kennels, beautiful,
he built just for them.
They do not bark.
Do they know he is dead?
They wag their tails
& head. They beg
& are fed.
Their grief is colossal
& forgetful.
Each day they wake seeking his voice,
their names.
By dusk they seem to unremember everything—
to them even hunger is a game. For that, I envy.
For that, I cannot bear to watch them
pacing their cage. I try to remember they love best confined space to feel safe. Each day
a saint comes by to feed the pair
& I draw closer the shades.
I’ve begun to think of them as my father’s other sons,
as kin. Brothers-in-paw.
My eyes each day thaw.
One day the water cuts off.
Then back on.
They are outside dogs—
which is to say, healthy
& victorious, purposeful
& one giant muscle like the heart. Dad taught them not to bark, to point
out their prey. To stay.
Were they there that day?
They call me
like witnesses & will not say.
I ask for their care
& their carelessness—
wish of them forgiveness.
I must give them away.
I must find for them homes,
sleep restless in his.
All night I expect they pace as I do, each dog like an eye
roaming with the dead beneath an unlocked lid.
Memorial Day
Thunder knocks loud on all the doors.
Lightning lets you inside every house,
white flooding
the spare, spotless rooms.
Flags at half mast.
And like choirboys,
clockwork, the dogs ladder their voices
to the dark, echoing off each half-hid star.
Greening
It never ends, the bruise of being—messy,
untimely, the breath
of newborns uneven, half pant, as they find their rhythm, inexact
as vengeance. Son,
while you sleep we watch you like a kettle
learning to whistle.
Awake, older,
you fumble now
in the most graceful way—grateful to have seen you, on your own
steam, simply eating, slow,
chewing—this bloom of being. Almost beautiful
how you flounder, mouth full, bite the edges of this world that doesn’t want
a thing but to keep turning with, or without you—
with. With. Child, hold fast
I say, to this greening thing as it erodes and spins.
Table of Contents
Obsequies 3
(Domesday Book)
Elegy, Father's Day 9
Bereavement 10
Act Now & Save 12
Effects 13
Rue 16
Bereavement Fare 19
Mercy 20
Near Miss 22
Grief 24
Solace 25
Rosetta 29
Charity 30
Exit Music 33
Flag Day 36
Asylum 38
(The Book of Forgetting)
Hurry Up & Wait 43
Wintering 45
Snow in April 47
Easter 48
Dream the Day after Easter 50
Spring Training 51
Pity 52
Remains 54
Codicil 57
Memorial Day 60
Grief 61
Father's Day 62
Elegy 64
Harvest 65
Anniversary 67
(Confirmation)
Miscarriage 73
Expecting 75
Starting to Show 77
Ultrasound 78
First Kick 80
Linea Nigra 82
Montagne Noire 84
Gravida 85
Quickening 86
Lightening 87
Netting 89
Labor Day 91
Breaking Water 93
Nativity 95
Crowning 96
Colostrum 98
Jaundice 99
Rooting 102
Beat ting 104
Teething 108
Teething 109
Teething 110
Teething 111
Greening 112
Thirst 113
Blessings 116
(The Book of the Body)
Pietà 121
Truce 122
Stigmata 123
Limbo 124
Ruth 125
The Book of the Body 130
Annunciation 132
Annunciation 133
Stillborn 135
Arbor Day 137
City of God 139
Memorial Day 140
Sight 142
Miracle Removal 144
Sorrow 145
Pilgrimage 146
Lower Haight 149
Gravity 150
The Mission 152
(Book of Hours)
The light here leaves you 159
The burnt, blurred world 161
Black like an eye 162
Leaving the valley 163
The sun's small fury 165
You could spend 167
Damn the dark 169
The few fields 170
How to listen 172
The dark must live 174
Winter's thunder 175
Does the wind wonder 176
My brother 178
Bodies are built 179
It's death there 180