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 

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.

About this Poem

“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