Nowhere: Poems
By Katie Schmid
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A book of wild imagination and linguistic play, Nowhere begins by chronicling the pain that the speaker and her absent father endure during the years they are separated while he is in prison. The alternative universe the speaker builds in order to survive this complex loss and its aftermath sees her experimenting with her body to try to build connection, giving it away to careless and indifferent lovers as she dreams of consuming them in the search for a coherent self. But can the speaker voice her trauma and disjunction? Can anyone, or is suffering something that cannot be said, but only hinted at? Ultimately the book argues that the barest hour of suffering can be the source of immense creative power and energy, which is the speaker’s highest form of consolation.
This brilliant debut collection offers cohesive trauma narratives and essential counter-narratives to addiction stories, and it consistently complicates the stories told by the world about so-called fatherless girls and the bodies of women.
Katie Schmid
Katie Schmid is also the author of the chapbook forget me / hit me / let me drink great quantities of clear, evil liquor. Her work has appeared in 32 Poems, the Rumpus, and elsewhere. A former Best New Poet and AWP Intro Journals award winner, she lives and writes in Lincoln, Nebraska, where she is a lecturer in English at the University of Nebraska, Lincoln.
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Nowhere - Katie Schmid
one
Where is our body?
—SELAH SATERSTROM, Ideal Suggestions:
Essays in Divinatory Poetics
Courtship
From the beginning I confused
desire with pain
What is love if not giving someone the power
to make the killing blow
I welcomed the pain
It gave me borders, something to slump against in defeat,
in languor, as I tell you how I’m going to touch you
and I’m going to touch you
just as soon as I finish telling you
how I’ve been hurt
how I would like you to hurt me
The gulf between my body and yours will always
be a wound
I thought this was an objective fact
true for all the million unloved hordes
until I realized it was a truth formed from
what is called a childhood
It suited your purposes
to call me fatherless
and you know that old saw about fatherless girls
and what we would do
There are many things that I would do
as the following PowerPoint outlines
Loving an Addict
Crows crowd the bones
of an oak
A disemboweled car
innard of battery smeared on the asphalt
The remnants of winter
creamed into a grey paste
I wait for a sign in an Olive Garden
off the highway
Winter’s art is fatigue unto death
And the smiling knife
of his voice as he lies
On Graduation Night, My Best Friend and I Are in Separate Rooms, Pinned by Our Desire
Here I am lolling like a Millais
against the tiles of the shower,
just graduated, and my boyfriend
shaves my pussy while I drink
champagne—this is how you celebrate,
clap your hands for hairlessness, for being
tended to like a girl prophet, for being
scrubbed like a raw pink pig and taken
to his bed and spread. It was his present.
Hard to stay present, cloud fizz,
champagne fizz. I was a present.
Why didn’t I go back to our room
with her, why of all the ways
I could have celebrated, why
choose stupefaction and men, again?
Vapor of diminishing girlhood lifting
out of my folds. Miracle of vapors.
Her face known to me. Loved.
While our separate twinned oblivions
spun into the future. Were the future.
Prophecy. A man played her out
of her clothes. Kissed her.
Elsewhere, I spread on the bed.
Prophesy to me, girl goddess
calling to me from the past.
Tell me of our inevitable losing
of one another. As the night
goes, so the rest of our lives.
What if on the path we had not parted.
If I had not walked away from her
toward some lesser man. If I had not
sighed my pink unspeaking mouth
into his mouth and fallen asleep into my future.
At their first meeting, my first boyfriend asks my father, So, what was prison like?
When my boyfriend touches me
I feel the wings of my pussy flutter
in time with my breath—I kneel
between his legs in his laundry room
while his mother drinks white wine
in the living room and feel myself
holy when I am so wholly for his pleasure—
This is a love story