Jan Beatty Poems
- Report From The Skinhouse I went looking for the body. The...
- Sticking It to the Man Lateeka's working, my favorite ...
- I'll Write the Girl The thing I'll never write is the green ...
- An eater, or swallowhole, is a...
- Asylum After Roselia Foundling Asylum and Maternity Hospital,...
- Sitting Nude The torso facing east, the head nearly west, as...
- The Kindness Banff, Alberta The mother elk and 2 ...
Jan Beatty is an American poet.Born in 1952 in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, she received her Bachelor of Arts from the West Virginia University and her Master of Fine Arts from the University of Pittsburgh. She currently resides in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, with her husband, musician Don Hollowood.
Her most recent poetry collection is The Switching/Yard (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2013), and her poems have appeared in literary journals and magazines including Quarterly West, Gulf Coast, Indiana Review, and Court Green, and in anthologies published by Oxford University Press, University of Illinois Press, and University of Iowa Press. Her honors include fellowships from the ... more »
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Report From The Skinhouse
I went looking for the body.
The apple, tree, the river.
Gliding voice, curve of arm,
pearly blue uterus.
Muscled calf, the neptune green
eye, blood with the same
taste as mine.
Why do I write my report this way?
An adopted child needs to find a face.
What does a real mother's body look like?
River, chalkline, bloody cave?
I am replica of nothing.
birthmother, conjurer, boneshaker, witch,
let me smell your skin just once,
I'll give you your bloody daughter.