I remember soil frozen in December
A vague crunch under foot
The slow silence that ascends underneath me
From your cold face to my hardened body
What bit of bread left inside my pocket
The sounds of children wail behind us
And this refuses to quit No, not unless
somehow you make me a better woman
Could you lift me above the waters
that ice at this time of year This season has left
me naked & freezing Walls that rise above
We cannot stop climbing & the bricks
they won’t soften You don’t soften
while I am this small curled thing against your feet
I am this woman all dressed in black Always ready
Always ready for whatever ends next
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ALEXIS POPE lives in Brooklyn. Forthcoming from Coconut Books in 2014, her first book was selected for the Joanna Cargill First Book Prize. She is the author of three chapbooks and is in the MFA program for poetry at Brooklyn College.
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021