The Owl

—after Louise Glück’s “October

Violence has changed
me something beautiful 
worldly, not comfortable 
living in a mouth

I’ve long made habit 
of pulling off my skin 
by the forearm 
at night 
joining the arteries 
of lapping tongues and hardened wounds.

I’ve found joy 
meditating on the quality
of my self served stigmatas 
fracturing the columns 
of holy books

An owl opens its mouth 
a church bell climbs out
akimbo
She has learned 
to tightrope in the dark

Credit

Copyright © 2025 by Gia Anansi-Shakur. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on April 3, 2025, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“I wrote ‘The Owl’ after hearing Louise Glück read “October” for the first time. I was awestruck by the words. They made me feel immense and small simultaneously. ‘The Owl’ is a poem about survival and the death of superficial consciousness.” 
—Gia Anansi-Shakur