I knew the miles
before the markers, I found the west
by walking with the sun. I said,
there are lizards in my blood,
there is sandstone in my teeth.
I said, I am the light's daughter,
I am a cactus wren.
This is my home among the thorns.
I said to trees, to starlight,
I said to graves and streets and men,
and you said,
Girlchild, I live too far out in the desert.
I whispered into corners, I wove into
papyrus: I am the light's daughter,
I am a cactus wren,
I raised my hand from lifetimes of loving,
died and dried to crispy bones
so you would find me
still with your name between my teeth, and you said,
The desert has me. It writes my name
in deathsongs.
But I said,
I know where the desert sleeps.














Comments
Of the two most recent, this one's my favorite for the images alone, I think. Somehow, you make crispy bones lovely!
Although the book itself was a tad too sugary for me, this calls Stargirl to mind, the desert.
There's one thing here that isn't as timeless as the rest of the poem--the mile-markers. It's interesting to watch it unravel into anytime after that.
Now that I have a home from which to read poetry, it's easier to read this. You always require quiet for me, you know. Maybe require is a bad word. Anyway.
This poem has me from start to finish. It moves so well through all the things it thought it knew and all the confusion I thought it was about. And ends just at the right place.
That chicken there, that chicken is your chicken.
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since You won't give guarantees, I'll be cashing in
I'll do this last one, then I'll grow me some wine
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