Vapor
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Sara Eliza Johnson’s much-anticipated second collection traces human emotion and experience across a Gothic landscape of glacial and cosmic scale.
With a mind informed by physics, and a heart yearning for sky burial, Vapor’s epic vision swerves from the microscopic to telescopic, evoking an Anthropocene for a body and planet that are continually dying: “So alone / I open like a grave,” Johnson chronicles her love for “all this emptiness, this warp and transparence, the whorl of atoms I brush from your brow,” and considers how “each skull, / like a geode, holds a crystal colony inside.”
Almost omnipresently, Vapor stitches stars to microbes, oceans to space, and love to pain, collapsing time and space to converge everything at once. Blood and honey, fire and shadow, even death and mercy are secondary to a profoundly constant flux. Facing sunlight, Johnson wonders what it would mean to “put my mouth to its / mouth, suck the fluid / from its throat, and give / it my breath, my skin, / which was once my / shadow,” while elsewhere the moon “is molten, an ancient red, and at its bottom is an exit wound that opens into another sea, immaculate and blue, that could move a dead planet to bloom.”
In Vapor, Sara Eliza Johnson establishes herself as a profound translator of the physical world and the body that moves within it, delivering poems that show us how to die, and live.
Sarah Eliza Johnson
Sara Eliza Johnson is the author of Vapor and Bone Map, which was a winner of the 2013 National Poetry Series. Her poetry has appeared in the Virginia Quarterly Review, Colorado Review, New England Review, Boston Review, Copper Nickel, Ninth Letter, Blackbird, Crazyhorse, Pleiades, the Best New Poets series, Salt Hill, Cincinnati Review, and the Academy of American Poets Poem-A-Day program, among other venues. She is the recipient of a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship, a Rona Jaffe Foundation Writers’ Award, two Winter Fellowships from the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, and a residency from the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts. Johnson is an assistant professor at the University of Alaska, Fairbanks.
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Vapor - Sarah Eliza Johnson
Planktonic Foraminifera
foraminifera fossils date to the earliest Cambrian era, 570 million years ago
Before microbes clustered to gleam
like the scales of alien fish
across the back of your hand
(your eyelashes, your lips),
before the first sunlight
wormed through the sleep behind your eyes,
before worms hollowed out the long tooth
of the tiger in the valley
where now the milk cows
dust their mouths
with petals and powdered bone,
where the hearts
of the dead are bloodcrystals
rotting inside their chests,
before there were bodies
as far as sunlight
can see, more than the light could bury,
black water covered the planet,
and within that ocean, plankton
glowed, constellations
that sank into the seabed,
became fossilized
translations for thought,
the first thought, the first
dream, for all language
you try to protect.
Written into the basalt:
cornea, follicle, fingernail
moon, wrist vein, feral bloom.
The ocean, like all oceans, tried to give the earth
a message it could not articulate
before disappearing,
a vibration you can still feel
when you press your forehead
to anything
alive or dead.
The Abyssal Zone
Sometimes it’s seaweed in your throat you can’t cough out
or an inkcloud expanding in your skull. Sometimes it’s primal
like the force of an oyster making a pearl to protect itself
after a harvester surgically implants its poison, or the heart
growing a tumor that can’t be extracted without killing you,
or pressure crushing your lungs to fists deep underwater.
Sometimes, you sink so far down from the sun your tongue
bloats like an anglerfish floating in a well, lost, unable to breathe
or speak, but each day you feel it trying to say something
about the shining dead language it once knew, watch its cells
burst into blue specks of light when you open your mouth.
A tiny syllable. Then darkness again. But each time a little bluer,
a little more like the home you’ve forgotten, my stranger
looking back at me from the mirror, just wanting me to reach
through and hold you.
Gravitational Wave
Alone in the field, a palpable time curves
around me, the crackling
foam of the waveform
rises and collapses
through the tiny opening
it makes inside me,
then slips through each bone like oil,
the wave a warp in my blood,
and in this field I feel the neutrino burst
inside