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Please Bury Me in This
Allison Benis White

Four Way Books



Contents

• “Underneath each seat was a small box . . .”
• “Like a string of glass beads . . .”
• “Looking up in the dark I thought . . .”
• “I am not any closer to saying what I mean.”
• “
Dear Kitty, Dear God, Dear Lucifer.”
• “I mean my head is a napkin folded into a swan.”
• “Now my neighbor through the wall . . .”
• “Maybe the pain is see-through, clicking.”
• “I am writing to you as an act of immolation . . .”
• “Daydreaming and soon, between my fingers . . .”
• “Reaching in to touch its spine . . .”
• “Like the coldness of the body . . .”
• “I am drawing a window in the air around my face.”
• “Even the word
depression . . .”
• “Or
love: to be injured in the same way at the same time.”
• “Tell me the first thing you loved . . .”
• “In a letter found buried near a gas chamber:”
• “And just near enough to read her neck . . .”
• “Maybe my arms lifted . . .”
• “Then lightly, in green pencil,
animal loneliness.”
• “In the museum of sadness, in the museum of light—”
• “Often a string, attached to a bell on a headstone . . .”
• “Asked by her husband on her deathbed . . .”
• “As if death was a place . . .”
• “I have seen my own breath in the cold.”
• “Paper of the body, I pray, the mind.”
• “Looking down at the floor afterward . . .”
• “Another beautiful thing: a curtain of red beads . . .”
• “In other words, it is better to be hungry.”
• “Or I could touch my face with blood on my fingertips—”
• “I would say a mind made of snow.”
• “Maybe I have had my vision.”
• “Pinned to a dress in Julia's closet . . .”
• “I don't know how to explain the mouth anymore.”
• “Until the poem becomes a house . . .”
• Even looking at pictures of a bride . . .”
• “Like a lake on fire . . .”
• “Almost a star of blood . . .”
• “I am writing to you as an act of ending.”
• “Or a swan's neck above an hourglass . . .”
• Notes

Sat, 2 Dec 2017 14:43:03 -0500