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 don’t remember this December on the precipice
of holiday: your hair poorly cut, the pile of calico fur between
my right shoulder and your left, purring.
The year and the truck out back
both idling, idling and dying.
This memory I do not have—
I would like to give it to you,
a prophylactic against loss: just four arms and four
paws and eight legs. Just six lungs,
sending our breath to the air,
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