Crone: Raising the Dead

                              for Mary

1.
When I no longer waited for the promised resurrection:
the lighted tunnel or the brutal ways of brutal men.
When I no longer listened to the grinding proclamations
of conveyer belts or looked for murderers or dragonflies
in my rearview mirror. When I no longer spoke in corporate
rhymes of rightsizing, human capital, the ballooning
of things never meant to float. When I no longer flattened
my body beneath engines or dripping machines. I learned
that oil looks like blood in black & white memories: it tastes
like wine when you’ve thirsted for days. I learned a hollow
box is the only shape that can explain death’s vibratory
light. I learned that circles do not bounce or sing or end
or begin. I learned that rewinding is a cruel & simple lie.

2.
Last night you dreamed of your first lover, and I dreamed
of my last while the blue moon dripped like rosemary oil
into the midnight ocean. B. told you that he had been alive
all along. His obituary a cruel love note to inspire a song
in your neglectful throat: your thoughtless refusal to rewind.
D. was as thin as a matchstick desperate to become flame.
The blue moon crawled beneath our doors: the blue moon
flowered inside our sleeping mouths & I asked why did you
marry someone with my name? He said he wanted one thing
to stay the same. When you asked B. Where have you been all
this time? I knew that he was coiled in the tangle of blackberry
vines, the first & last blush of lovers, the tiny hidden pocket
inside your winter coat. We woke to the blue house shaking.
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POETRY
Beth Gordon is a poet, mother and grandmother currently living in Asheville, NC. She is the author of several chapbooks including The Water Cycle (Variant Literature) and How to Keep Things Alive (Split Rock Press, forthcoming October 2023). Her poems have been published in Poet Lore, Citron Review, SWWIM, Pithead Chapel, Moist Poetry, Okay Donkey and others. Beth is Managing Editor of Feral: A Journal of Poetry and Art, Assistant Editor of Animal Heart Press, and Grandma of Femme Salve Books. Twitter Instagram, and BlueSky @bethgordonpoet. and elsewhere. Connect on Twitter at @Lukesrant or through email: [email protected]..

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