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I Have a New Obsession with Bones

you cannot read what you do not collect
the rain came in algidity after
suffocating heat still the ravaging of
marow is worth it tendons swollen &
seasoned with need madness is always
a hunger                                            that i
am even able to eat is its own feat
i have learned to swallow charitably
cede my mouth to the gristle cede my tongue
                         to cartilage
a former fixation on writhing now what is
left?      what is present when the flesh
rots away?
when the spirit returns to the magnitude it
belongs?                                                                            when my
mother
                                                                                         taught me
                                                                                         how to
                                                                                     properly eat
                                                                                         chicken, she
                                                                                         told me truly
                                                                                     nothing had to
                                                                                         be left behind.
                                                                                         there is
                                                                                     meat through
                                                                                         the bone. this
                                                                                         makes
                                                                                     sense like
                                                                                         Matter.
                                                                                         nothing is
                                                                                         ever lost.
                                                                                     nothing is ever
                                                                                         gone if
                                                                                         devoured
                                                                                     completely.

Credit


Copyright © 2018 by jayy dodd. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 18, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem


“This work sifts through the childhood lesson of not wasting food (among other blessings) and the ritualism of that acknowledgment. In my adulthood, navigating the cost of living and being outside, I am compelled to think more critically about the matter of which I am made.”
—jayy dodd

Author


jayy dodd

jayy dodd is the author of Mannish Tongues (Platypus Press, 2017).

Date Published: 2018-12-18

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/i-have-new-obsession-bones