"The Bones She Keeps" - Poem of the Day
I found lines to a poem from my first book on Pinterest.
Someone had matched it up with this incredible photo.
I was pretty amazed to find it and that someone took the time to create visual with the words. That's the miracle of the internet -- you find out people have read your book, your very first book.
Here's the full poem here. It was dedicated to my friend Nancy Canyon who would collect bones she found on the beach.
When we look at the
teeth
we guess coyote, not
dog.
And this?
The shoulder blade of a
seal,
or perhaps, a river
otter.
There is a bone on
every windowsill.
What about
this? A cat? A skunk?
I see part of a jawbone
in the white
curve she holds in her
palm,
the spine of a raccoon.
And when we line them
up,
this white alphabet of
what is left,
a new species is born
across the table.
I mention the cow skull
I found
on a Mexican highway,
how I brought it back
to my apartment,
dropped it
in a bucket of bleach,
only to watch black
legs emerge,
the widow exiting an
eye socket.
Even now, I can't think
of bone
without remembering the
spider,
how the living always
make room
in the spaces the dead leave behind.
~ Kelli Russell Agodon
~ Kells
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