A Song Called Stitch
I couldn’t get the newsprint
off my face & neck
after having fallen asleep
on the 147 express from Foster
to the water tower & what’s here’s
still hiding its grace.
Now it’s Indiana’s dud spring—
malnourishing a warped, thrashy cold.
Colorado’s snowy autumn, wicked & smooth.
All god’s children, hungry as asphalt,
growing vacantly in the skylot—
So, you did hear your name in the current?
Leave the past’s glorious wrongs
to the box they seep from?
The box needs not an opener.
Not much hinges on you returning to it.
What if I need to stay
in the hurt for a while?
You won’t.
You’ve confused pain
with healing
by worrying the stitch
in your sleepy paths.
The medicines of the era
want a passage into your threading.
What help is on the way?
Help is not on the way.
A song for all my messengers
down to the one & so
into the lyrics’ cadences’
throb’s feel underfoot in the grass.
A yellow line to follow
into the nonvisible
like drifting in after a slash
of piss through the strange ventricles
of the city’s basic unknowns.
What would it mean to follow it?
Running out through the easement
to meadow
up to some alpine clearing?
Or to the ocean?
It’s the song of threshold
to threshold
so say it again
silently in your mind
& carry it off with you
underwater.
What a long winding sheet
to feel through the news
whored out
not unlike the tindersticks
to white material.
So let us out?
Or, let us back in from without
for us to begin
our set of unthinkable tasks
to separate from one another:
Baby from breath,
fox from lilac,
sink water from hand cupped,
& a sorrow from the sinew
of the four thousand ligaments of the neck.
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Joshua Marie Wilkinson (b. 1977, Seattle) is the author of Swamp Isthmus (Black Ocean 2013), The Courier’s Archive & Hymnal (Sidebrow Books 2014), and, with Solan Jensen, directed a film about Califone called Made a Machine by Describing the Landscape (IndiePix 2011). He lives in Tucson, where he teaches at the University of Arizona and edits The Volta and Letter Machine Editions with Noah Eli Gordon.
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