Leaves Surface Like Skin
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In Leaves Surface Like Skin, Michelle Menting articulates gorgeous, strange visions of nature inflected by human interference. A forest is interrupted by a graveyard of Bob’s Big Boy statuettes; ruling cockroaches populate a nuclear fall-out film; lichen becomes litter; a horse and farrier practice their choreography, as he &
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Leaves Surface Like Skin - Michelle Menting
I
To Skin Bare
The lichen sticks to bark grooves like skin, but dead,
dried, and peeling. Like damaged skin. Diseased skin.
It’s skin of another, and there’s a strangeness
in the act of stripping it. Almost shy. Almost
aware of some kind of compelled intrusion. Wayward
intimacy. Compulsion to intrude right there
on a log of balsam. You peel. You strip. You take off
the skin of this other thing. Imagine it’s like peeling scabs,
not yours, a friend’s, a stranger’s. Or taking off clothes,
not yours, a stranger’s. You can think these things in the woods.
In the woods, if you have a thought and then another
and another thought, but no one is there to watch you
weather your notions as you strip lichen off bark, as you peel
bark from tree, as you reveal the bare trunk and the ooze of sap,
does anyone sense your thought-quake? If anything
is moved—if anything shudders, if anything shakes—
it is only your own unheard heart, its wavering
wick, the dormant layers it beats beneath.
Upon Encountering in the Woods the House with No Driveway, No Trail, No Footpath Leading to the Front Door
Lights on, and they appear as a false sunset through
the forest wall. Their glow tricks, says, Here is clearing.
Space. Open. Free. Walk here. Like a lone Gretel, you do.
This house has vents like lungs that parcel the air, parse dust
in two: outside blow bits of leaves and pollen; inside, cat hair,
shit from mites, scales from a garter’s shed. The siding flakes
in gaudy eyelashes, the sort you imagine on vaudeville clowns
(who welcome with menace, with grins in union with grimace).
This house is surrounded, circled by spruce and firs that peer
into windows. Their needles collect in the corners of the frames.
These trees don’t practice personal space. They claw and scratch
the siding, each other. They reach and grasp the needles they’ve lost.
Or do they lament the wooden strips, curled with rot, that once
were branches, their cove of relatives’ bark? This house,
it troubles: the breeze, the trees, and the people. There are people.
Are there people? Rocking inside, rocking in chairs, rocking
in place on a loveseat couch with bended frame and houndstooth
fabric. Cats, phantoms of black, on hollowed laps. So bare,
everything so worn, everyone so thin. So see-through.
Could these cats be shadows? Could these people wisp through
the lungs of vents, out the cracks in the window panes?
Would their forms drift outside into the limbs of spruce and fir
in a waltz of bough and breath? Would pine needles pierce any skin?
What We Know about Deer Season
We know about urine, how our scent deflects
bucks and does, and so we know to crouch, to let
the gold streams loose within sight of deer stand scopes.
We know to do this early, like spies who protest,
before the shooting begins.
We remember to scarf Sonny, to twist
his Labrador hair with saffron bows.
We know to