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Dear Maker,

and Molly McCully Brown

 

Under my body’s din,
             a hum that won’t quiet,
I still hear what you’ve hidden
             in all the waves of sound:
each bead of pain
             that buries its head
like a black-legged tick,
             intractable but mine
to nurse or lure with heat.
             Please, tell me
what it means that I’ve grown
             to love the steady sound
of so many kinds of caving in,
             buckling down, the way
a body gives itself away
             like a sullen bride or the runt
who couldn’t latch? I know I’m just
             a hairline crack the music
leaves behind. I love
             the music, though I can’t keep it.

Credit


Copyright © 2019 Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison. Used with permission of the authors. This poem originally appeared in The Cincinnati Review, Winter 2019.

Author


Susannah Nevison

Susannah Nevison is the author of Lethal Theater (The Ohio State University Press, 2019) and Teratology (Persea Books, 2015), the recipient of the 2014 Lexi Rudnitsky First Book Prize. With Molly McCully Brown, she is the coauthor of the forthcoming In the Field Between Us (Persea Books, 2020). She teaches at Sweet Briar College.

Date Published: 2019-02-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/dear-maker