We take on the names of the deceased, give them new voices.
– Celina Su
Struggles we had
a name for and those
for which we didn’t.
Some matted
from one
generation
to the next.
Occasionally we
were released
from one
struggle though
we didn’t
detect it.
-
Everything carried
vertically
from north
to south
south becoming
north
and down.
The past moves like this—
The body, too, like this—
-
All the bodies
we take
on over
lifetimes
descending
into harder
rock
bitten fingers
stranger aches.
-
Growing is forgetting
and creation is
discreation
with a new head
at the fore
where the most
aggressive eyes
grow.
-
All this gaining
and letting go
honed along
the sharpest edges
of this life’s perimeter.
-
Surely
someone standing
to make a profit.
-
Nature reuses
plotlines
not wanting
to waste
a thing.
And so we get sewn
back into
our origins.
The deeper
textures.
Postmemory
Jenny Xie
Jenny Xie is the author of the poetry collections The Rupture Tense and Eye Level, a recipient of the Walt Whitman Award of the Academy of American Poets, and a finalist for the National Book Award. She lives in New York City.
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