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She Inserts the Key - Marianne Burton
Acknowledgements
The Flowers
after Giacometti
Flowers are not fragile.
They rise again,
ripe and capricious,
they petal over cracks in concrete,
seed in the mulch of our dead.
Water or fire, grey or green,
no combination of elements
but some flower must exult in it.
If one is picked, another drinks its sun.
Their darkness is not our darkness.
The Woman Who Turned To Soap
I have lain so long in my damp ground grave
that a slow alkaline hydrolysis has transformed
my adipose tissue into luxury goods.
I am saponified, as the fattest whale
once floating unctuously in the Bering Sea.
White, sterile, and so hard. A brick.
I shall choose my own colouring,
a delicate raspberry ripple, sucrose red,
and my own perfume, from orris and anise,
prepuce of deer, beaver perinea,
secretions from the double anal pouch of cats,
and withered roses crushed in alcohol.
All my life I was dutiful. I polished, scrubbed,
I wouldn’t let pets in the house, or people
until they shed their shoes, scoured their hands.
I wouldn’t permit my husband in my bed
unless he showered; refused to wash his clothes
with mine, mixing his filth with my pure linen.
I smelt my body, changed my underwear,
deodorised six seven fourteen times each day,
sluiced each pore milk-sweet with chemicals.
Now I long for dissolution, fusion with the sea,
to churn with bladderwrack, foam with the waves,
to lick clean the toes of pink-footed petrels,
to spread my paste one molecule thick,
to lather the face of the welcoming waters.
Thin at last, dear God, finally thin.
Note: The Mütter Museum in Philadelphia possesses the ‘soap lady’, the body of an extremely obese woman, which is almost entirely saponified.
Owls at Midnight
Not carol singers swinging lanterns
this time, but singing nonetheless.
Your father dropping ash, turns
from the television to the sound,
then resettles to his film. I lift you
in Barbie pyjamas, dough-warm,
and bring you to the window.
Two owls are talking to each other.
One squats on our bathroom roof;
a cottage-loaf swivelling necklessly;
the other is in the trees, the far side
of the sheep, past the silo, over the stream.
Each time the far one calls, the near one
elongates and whistles like a steam train;
then, in the answering silence, he