Grappling Hook
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Sarah Yi-Mei Tsiang
Sarah Yi-Mei Tsiang is the author of several children's books and some books of poetry. Her work has been published and translated internationally, named to the OLA'S Best Bets for Children (2010), CCBC's Best Books for Kids & Teens (2011 and 2012) and the Toronto Public Library's First and Best Book List (2012), and nominated for the Blue Spruce and Silver Birch Awards. She lives in Kingston, Ontario. For more information, visit www.sarahtsiang.wordpress.com.
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Grappling Hook - Sarah Yi-Mei Tsiang
Two Truths and a Lie
I died last year. No one has noticed yet. The bread still rises on the counter, my signature haunts permission forms. I still do the thousands of things needed to run a household. I weave my daughter’s hair with fingers of wind and she leaves each day with the faint sense that we spoke, the words a half-remembered scent, like trying to conjure lilacs in August. My son climbs every tree in the backyard, taking their arms for mine, thinking that he can be cradled aloft in a bough and it will not break. My face a cloud gently tearing itself apart.
I once took a job as a minor God. Children were born in the hollows of my footprints, curled like caterpillars. I had to walk for miles, thousands of babies springing up in forests, and bogs, and along the gravel path where they spit stones with their first cries. But I was only paid to walk forwards, so Time was hired to follow me like a handmaiden, gathering children, wiping their mouths with her tongue-wet thumb, singing lullabies of erasure. Even after I quit, Time became my dogged assistant, trailing me everywhere, taking pay from my stride.
I’ve become a black hole. Right now, I am thinking of how I want to take you in my mouth. I promise you that my hunger is complete, so sweet, you will think you’re eating instead of being eaten. I want to swallow you whole, but I will also swallow the gingerbread house, and the forest, and the stones and the river, and the sun. We can live inside my hunger, and never want for anything.
You can’t see me, it’s dark
Every night my husband turns to me in bed and says
you’re beautiful
and I tell him, you can’t see me, it’s dark.
I remember what you look like he says,
and he believes this,
even as the dark sloughs off my face
and my limbs plump like a dying jellyfish
when the tides reach up, and I’m being inhaled
back into the undertow. I’m boneless
and poisonous and he says I remember
and only the dark, empty room
believes him.
Angstrom
I drag over the floor of the world like a grappling hook.
Everything I have no need of catches on it.
Tired indignation,