Amy Beeder Poems
- Tetanus Agony the wax-white man in spasm, arched arms tight...
- Cabezón I see you shuffle up Washington Street whenever I...
- Yellow Dress Girl on a heap of street sweepings high as a ...
- Dear Drought Offer your usual posy of goatheads. ...
- Captain Haddock Vs. The Pta Bewildered Saint of the curse, ...
- Because Our Waiters Are Hopele...
Amy Beeder is the author of Burn the Field (Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2006). A new book, Now Make An Altar, will appear from the same press in early 2012. Her work has appeared in Poetry, Ploughshares, The Nation, The Kenyon Review, The Southern Review, AGNI, and other journals. She has received the Discovery/The Nation Award, a Bread Loaf Scholarship, and a Witness Emerging Writers Award.... more »
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Agony the wax-white man in spasm, arched
arms tight as flightless wings, rigid fists on ribs
in Bell's famous painting Opisthotonus. This
is how swift toxins knit the bony fibers, blight
the spine's fluid; how our haven is invaded by
needle, nail, fish hook, the rusty still-sharp edge
of plow or handsaw. Here are the spores & here
the porous nerves that make a net for crossing.
The cord cut with a dirty shard. The mourning.
The tiny dialogues that bind our fate, all muscles
taut across the long adrenal squall. Now a cursory
search reveals C. ...