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Geographies from Peeling the moon: a suite of poems by Judith Kerman  |
Tonight you are somewhere else. You talk of your body, a place to be lived in only in emergencies. I know the feeling, potbellied over the morning coffee with a mouthful of anger; I remember my mother's hands never exactly touching me. Even climbing up the mountain to fight a forestfire, sweating and wiping smoke from my eyes, wasn't entirely real, the taste of salt theoretical, the ache in the backs of my legs. I like to touch you, forests of beard, all the space of back and shoulder to roam on and the mass of bone and muscle reassuring. In the middle of loving you reach to what moves away. Touching you gives me hope. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Previously published and copyrighted in Oxalis 20 (Special Recognition, 1993 Competition) |
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