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The Bones of August
The Bones of August
BY ROB IN EK ISS
i.
Not to go backward,
not to watch the women
peddling in reverse past the church,
Not to go backward,
the bones of August
becoming the bones of March,
branch of dogwood
picked clean by frost.
Not to burn
half the house down—
ii.
reading Hebrew,
right to left.
to marry.
Invisible, impermanent,
impenetrable shell,
putting on
wakes in her
graveyard of guilt,
by the metronomic
pulse of longing—
iii.
Same as mine,
skin of her hands
laid over the ivory bones,
dark map
of the body— Yes—
it was dark,
but I was darker
on the inside.
I was never
like her, flattered
like a map
under glass,
slender as an axle
in a turbine—
enigma relic:
in a spoon
was beautiful.
iv.
working in reverse—
more power
to remember
absolutely everything?
of aether /ore
in the morning air.
We hung drapes
Incandescent light
flattened their petals,
v.
found face-
down in the mud
at the bottom of the gorge.
Neglected
on the cliffs above,
or home
that hurts us more?
vi.
Nothing in me wasted,
a use for grief, even.
I wore it on my left hand.
in the dirt:
alphabets grew up
from the bones of my feet.
I drowned my heart
in the lake.
boulder at home
in its stone skin.
vii.
that don’t
surrender their nests
at our dissolution,
and to the bones that do.
To remember is to open
one door
after another
all along
the white corridor
to say Yes when asked,
To go forward
is to surrender
the necklace of tears she gave me—
Robin Ekiss, “The Bones of August” from The Mansion of Happiness. Copyright © 2009 by Robin Ekiss.
Reprinted by permission of The University of Georgia Press.
Source: The Mansion of Happiness (University of Georgia Press, 2009)