Severed Thoughts of a Blessing

The trees in her yard. I can look them
in the eye. My grandmother throwing the football
My grandmother teaching me things on the phone
like how to clean a fish

A factory, its catch-all basket catching watches
wedding-rings. A tattoo being twisted past the knuckle
All the ways a man can lose his finger. A thimble
for love that is more like a helmet

Being alone. I think of being alone
until by thought I am guaranteed. There’s newspaper
laid on the garage floor. The fish I attempted
to learn on. There’s blood, the drying muscles
my grandmother’s voice saying
Go ahead, you can eat the bones

2 comments

  1. Jeremy Nathan Marks

    Wow, Britt. I am not sure where to begin here. I won’t gush because gushing sounds disingenuous in print.

    The images of the factory and the fish are my favorites. I found myself reading this part over repeatedly:

    A factory, its catch-all basket catching watches,
    wedding-rings.

    I like the odds and ends that are everywhere here and all woven together so deftly. This is terrific stuff. Truly.

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