
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
Execution.
My organs are
The furniture galleries
Everyone skips, but for you,
Carpenter, standing
Guilt-fingered before
My heart’s armoire,
Stroking always toward the grain.


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