Back From The Dead I wait, patient as leaves. You like to speak of pleasant topics, & keep the thicket of the heart unmentioned. My breasts have changed, their fullest moment wasted. We will have to make our peace, me & the skeleton, me & the hourglass. I cracked the ice, a blow that brought life rushing back, brutal as any birth—first blood, then pure gold. I was blue as a sapphire before, numb-hearted & painting on lipstick to fool the world.
This poem appears in a forthcoming limited edition collection of poems by Tai Woodville, Alissa Hattman and Sara Jackson Holman. HER ANIMAL INHERITANCE explores intimacy, emotional memory & how we hold the pain we carry. Book release party in Portland, OR at Mother Foucault’s Bookshop | August 17th, 7 pm.
3 thoughts on “Back From The Dead”
“I cracked the ice,
a blow that brought life rushing back,
brutal as any birth—first blood,
then pure gold.”
Aw. Thank you, Kate! 😀
Wonderful poem. Cannot wait for the book release!!!!!!