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.
I Wake to Find You Wandering the Museum of My Body
Twenty-four Greek urns
Painted with wrestling boys
Comprise my spine.
My ribs, the bows of
Fourteen Viking archers,
Pinched from their graves—
Their fingers forever drawing.
Unusually well-preserved, my
Feet are the elaborate slippers of a
Beloved Chinese concubine, heavily
Embroidered with vein and shadow.
My bald head? A lofty sunlit dome
Lined with pietà after
Pietà, every mourning
Virgin great in grief and
My organs are
The furniture galleries
Everyone skips, but for you,
My heart’s armoire,
Stroking always toward the grain.
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