Christianne Balk Poems
- The Kitchen Shears Speak This division must end. Again I'm ...
- Departure Thousands of tiny fists tamping the surface of ...
- Lauds For St. Germaine Cousin ...
- Shorthorns Heavy-hocked, barrel-bellied, exhaling billows ...
- Birds, Converging Sun salved, we sit on the front porch, ...
- Lauds for St. Germaine Cousin ...
- Departure Thousands of tiny fists tamping the surface of the...
Christianne Balk is an American poet.
She graduated in biology with honors from Grinnell College.
Her work has appeared in Pequod, Crazy Horse, Sulfur, The Centennial review The Missouri Review, Sonora Review, Prairie Schooner Harper's, and The New Yorker.
She taught at the University of British Columbia.
She lives in Seattle, Washington,... more »
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The Kitchen Shears Speak
This division must end.
Again I'm forced to amputate
the chicken's limb; slit the joint,
clip the heart, snip wing from back,
strip fat from flesh, separate
everything from itself. I'm used,
thrown down by unknown hands,
by cowards who can't bear to do
the constant severing. Open and close!
Open and close. I work and never tell.
Though mostly made of mouth, I have no voice,
no legs. My arms are bent, immobile
pinions gripped by strangers. I fear
the grudge things must hold.
I slice rose from bush, skin from muscle,
head from carrot, root...