Celestial Divorce
by Treehouse Editors
Mary Haidri
give me a bed to die in your honor hear my appeal
my hands will become pale starfish fingers signing slowly
against sheets I know I know I stutter the human tongue flickers
we are guttering candles your honor I request protection of the court
his rage will drown me in a rock quarry the loss of a god wounds
only soft places like the skin of a wrist the gap of a pulled tooth
the place between my mother’s arms where she rocked me singing
injure us and bind up our wounds Holy One thou art the blue bee
thou art the sting and the honeyed mouth too your honor
he took every child we made I was brought to the mountains
where everything drowns they were all born face down in lake water
pond weeds wrapped around their throats o holy court
what is a mouth for? they say my ancestress was too lovely
to escape north to Pakistan not without brutal attention
with each extracted tooth the family shaped her face into a safety
for them all mouth is a hole is a wound is a mouth o holy court
little by little I will scrape myself away until god no longer sees me
I curse these whispers this is what a mouth is for
Mary Haidri is a writer living in Portland, Oregon. She is the author of the play Every Path (La Jolla Playhouse & Moxie Theatre). Her work has appeared in Winter Tangerine, Portland Review, Nightingale, Bird’s Thumb, and Fairy Tale Review. She was the recipient of the 2017 Fairy Tale Review Poetry Award and is now a poetry reader for the journal. Visit her at nettleworks.com.
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