This selection, chosen by Sundress intern Ryleigh Wann, is from A Net to Catch my Body in its Weaving by Katie Farris, released by Beloit Poetry Journal.
In the Event of my Death
What used to be
a rope descending
my vertebrae to the basement
of my spine
In solidarity with my first chemotherapy,
our cat leaves her whiskers on
the hardwood floor.
I gather them, each purewhite parenthesis,
and plant them
in the throat of the earth.
I learned to trim your barbarian
hair. Now it stands always on end:
a salute to my superior barbery skills. In the event
of my death, promise you will find my heavy braid
and bury it—
I will need a rope
to let me down into the earth.
I’ve hidden others
strategically around the globe,
a net to catch
my body in its weaving.
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