Back From The Dead

Posted on by Tai Woodville 
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”

  1. “I cracked the ice,
    a blow that brought life rushing back,
    brutal as any birth—first blood,
    then pure gold.”

    Exquisite!

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Mover, shaker, magic-maker. Writer, dreamer, singer/composer, philosopher. I majored in literature & creative writing at UCSB's College of Creative Studies, from which I graduated in 2002. I write a philosophy blog called "Parallax Journal: The Quester's Companion," and my book of poems, "Pollen," is available online at Finishing Line Press (published under Tai Carmen). I believe it is the duty of every human being---and specifically every dreamer, sensitive & independent thinker---to personally awaken to their highest calling in order that the collective might begin to wake into the next level of consciousness, which is essential for our survival as a species.