All Its Charms
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Keetje Kuipers
Keetje Kuipers is the author of three books of poems, all from BOA Editions: Beautiful in the Mouth (2010), winner of the A. Poulin, Jr. Poetry Prize; The Keys to the Jail (2014); and All Its Charms (2019). Kuipers’ poems, essays, and short stories have appeared in Best American Poetry, Narrative, American Poetry Review, Orion, Prairie Schooner, The Writer’s Almanac, and the Academy of American Poets’ Poem-a-Day series. She has been a Wallace Stegner Fellow, Bread Loaf’s Katharine Bakeless Nason Fellow, the Emerging Writer Lecturer at Gettysburg College, and the recipient of fellowships from the Lucas Artist Residency, the Jentel Artist Residency Foundation, Brush Creek Foundation for the Arts, and PEN Northwest’s Margery Davis Boyden Wilderness Writing Residency. Kuipers lives with her wife and daughter on an island in the Salish Sea, where she is a faculty member at Seattle’s Hugo House and Senior Editor at Poetry Northwest.
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All Its Charms - Keetje Kuipers
Becoming
The streets were glass, the cars and salt-bellied
trucks slid across them—perfect pirouettes
just past the light’s red. Beyond my frosted
windshield were the animals, and beyond
the animals: silence, baled hay like spools
of thread scattered by a careless hand. In
the next season would I become just one
more hillside of purple vetch, unwanted
too-muchness sprung from a gravel pit’s mouth,
dead butterflies in my teeth? There were ten
thousand ditches where I could have lain my
body down. When I saw that early spring
meadowlark—one-winged, flapping in the road—
I pressed my heel to its chest, to the earth.
Landscape with Sage and the Names of My Children
I picked all the flowers, I palmed all the stones.
I dropped the nameless insects onto my tongue
and felt their black wings unfurl. I held the dead
buck by his antlers and dragged him through the sage,
brought my teeth to the tender bridge of ribs and fed
until the glossy maggots overtook me.
I climbed the red rocks robed in their red dust.
I put the earth—all its charms—within me,
into each waiting pocket. Lip and ear.
What will happen when my body can no longer
hold this fragrant salt, its hardened tears,
inside? Let mine into the dirt. The names
I’ve chosen for my children are already fast
across the sky like the ochre feathers that frame
the blackbird’s shrug. There is no such thing
as a scar, no matter how much I want
to be one. Every birth—even the wings
of the caddis lifting from the river
in a shroud—a momentary hunger.
The elk my father shot
is an imagined butterfly of flesh—
thin cannon bones pinning back its winged hide
like a boxed anartia amathea
amathea, all white speckled gristle
and silver tendon seam—when he calls me
from the mountaintop and leaves his breathless
message (afraid, at last, of what he’s done)
telling of the bow, the arrow, his tin
pan trembling heart and shaking arm, quiet
so as not to scare away the grazing
ghost he’s made, as if this yearly taking
of a life were a talisman carried
in his pocket beside the knife, a charm
against entropy, his own brittle bones.
The House on Fish Hatchery Road
When I see the neighbor’s kids playing kick-the-can, I know
it isn’t a can. Instead, some slim gift of faulty flesh
floats at the tips of their sneakers—squirrel? robin? I go
inside and stick the needle in my soft-soft belly,
count to ten as I push the plunger down. Outside
the bathroom window, the dog runs from leaf pile to leaf pile,
pissing his delight.
And on the neighbor’s picnic table
a green beer bottle sits in the sun, fat with unfinished
cigarettes. Someone’s peeled the label off all the way
around and left it there, wanting and half-full of