A Cartography of Home
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"Mad fury all around"-somehow the right words about life make it easier to get on with it. These poems do exactly that, catching us out in the most adroit, surprising ways: by sheer skill, self-aware intellect, a mordant wit, abundant heart, a gift for metaphor so exact it produces combustible insights of complex truth. These poems brilliantly e
Hayden Saunier
Hayden Saunier is the author of the poetry collections How to Wear This Body, Say Luck, Tips for Domestic Travel, and a chapbook, Field Trip to the Underworld. Her work has been awarded the Pablo Neruda Prize, the Rattle Poetry Prize, and the Gell Poetry Award, and has been published in numerous journals, including Beloit Poetry Journal, Smartish Pace, Tar River Poetry, Virginia Quarterly Review, and Vox Populi. Her work has also been featured on Poetry Daily and The Writer's Almanac. A professional actor, she is the founder/director of the poetry and improvisation performance group, No River Twice, which creates interactive, audience directed poetry readings. She lives on a farm in Pennsylvania.
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A Cartography of Home - Hayden Saunier
1
Kitchen Table
Our kitchen table's made of walls.
Wide planks that sheathed clapboard, salvaged
from the sagging side of the house
we pulled down, boards spared from dry rot,
sanded smooth by our hands.
Our table's made of walls that held
a family of six before typhoid took
both parents and fostered out the children
to farm families needing help. Our table's
made of old growth forests no longer forests
but fields that offer stone and sinew,
antler, bone, tin cans, bottles, blades,
each spring a brand new crop of everything
that’s come before. Our table's wood
is spalted through with hard luck, grease,
disease, fat streaks of amber jam.
Our table's made of all of it.
It’s us and ours. Sit down and eat.
Liminal
Liquid green-gold gathers outside
the window frame, lightens with a swelling pulse.
First world
or memory of first world—
no difference.
Close your eyes.
Here is the moment before
leaves unfurl, each edge
articulating fiddlehead
or fan or elephant ear
before a mot-mot sings in a mango tree
or a house wren chatters in an oak
and you remember
precisely where you are.
But for now, there’s no telling
what’s inside,
what’s out.
Only how most mornings it’s there.
Everything you knew
before you knew anything.
I'm Also the Fox
The day starts with a green cardboard quart
of under-ripened, overfed strawberries sliced
with a worn-down knife, berries snipped
long before each pixie cap could part from the fruit
it fed with the soft plosive of a blown kiss,
whose seed-flecked flesh never stood a chance,
crated and trucked over drought-dried rivers
and continental divides because we are divided
from our food in the way we are divided from
each other and divided from ourselves, so I say
good morning, sad berries, as I stand at the sink
slicing their bitterness into smaller bits of bitterness
that I’ll feed to chickens, slicing hard white parts
and bruised gray parts because having no chance
from the get-go can be rotted and unripe both.
My chickens will love this wildly out-of-season flesh.
Even though studded with gritty seeds soaked
in pesticides and sliced while I wait as their eggs
hard boil on the stove. It’s a small bargain I make.
I have time to bargain, you see, my pantry
is full, no one pounds down my door, no drones
overhead, no rubble needs to be cleared from the road