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The Pretence of Understanding
The Pretence of Understanding
The Pretence of Understanding
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Beth Davies' The Pretence of Understanding explores loss, not just of loved ones but of youth and adolescence. In these poems where time can stand still or run backwards, the reader finds themselves caught in longing moments of looking back at childhood; they remind us to run in the snow while we get the chance.
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Release dateJun 1, 2023
ISBN9781914914522
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    The Pretence of Understanding - Beth Davies

    Rat Dissection

    She is crucified against cardboard,

    stomach cruelly exposed. I’m surprised

    how easy it is to cut through skin.

    I try not to think about

    my own pale flesh. The intricate mess

    glistens beneath. Intestine, lungs,

    liver, kidney, spleen … Not neatly

    arranged like textbook diagrams. The stench

    fills me, threatens to empty me out.

    Is this how we all eventually smell? I am lucky

    not to know the answer. Opened insides

    reveal harsh simplicity. The guts

    are only a tangle of tubes, the brain

    a lump of cells, the heart a bag of muscle.

    I cannot find the signs of how

    she moved, how she thought,

    how she felt. In the end

    there is only meat.

    Familial Scriptures

    In my house, we are a family

    of atheists with biblical names.

    My father and brother are both

    faithless gospels. My name is

    the town of Lazarus – a place of miracles,

    where things did not stay dead. My mother

    hasn’t sat through a service in years

    yet can’t walk past a Catholic church

    without entering. She doesn’t believe

    in God, but her hands still do. I watch

    as she

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