Out of Research Into Reveries
Give up the brain
        Offer down its clumsy 
meditations      its blurred face 
                      of fury      its hellbound  
      policies bugged into my throat 
        Cough out 
that sickled attitude      the ragged shelves 
                    downing my ankles      every  
            era of hibernation 
It’s all in the performance      the butcher  
      operating on slabs 
of my identity      the bereaved dissecting 
                      memories of an octopus 
Lift out far from of it
      Careen the elbows      out of murk 
                        with wine       taken by 
                              the midsummer full  
                              moon 
Constantly stoneward
hunting toward heartstill
Copyright © 2019 by Mai Der Vang. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on October 21, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.
“I wrote this piece at a time when I was mired in research work for my poems and feeling overwhelmed by the objective nature of research. How many versions of the truth are out there? Can we ever know the definitive truth of anything but ourselves in this present moment? How might we expand the possibility of what an answer can be? So much to consider in a world where the knowledge of our collective histories is often taken or hidden from us.”
—Mai Der Vang