Dia Publications Spotlight: Sara Jane Stoner, “Readings in Contemporary Poetry”
In honor of National Poetry Month, each week we present a poem from our Readings in Contemporary Poetry: An Anthology, edited by Vincent Katz, long-time curator of the eponymous series. This week features Sara Jane Stoner’s “Indictment.” For more poetry programs at Dia, check out our next event in the series, Tribute to Anne Waldman, on Tuesday, May 11, 6 pm.
from Indictment
By Sara Jane Stoner
I took the lowing ocean to your footstep spread it lathed it out
Between the not
not of us and what all of the qualm danger and the distance guarantee you
require of me of this erotic she or what you thought
it sterling was and I thought winnow blanche I saw the water
palm and heave beneath you there retract muscular
feather with some air
cough up a kind of bone a bone shaped bone a bone shaped
like a father
But it was the shadow of some lesser fish valedictory: I haven’t
studied so fuck all wouldn’t know
Your knife you drew what knife it wasn’t
real or unreal either saw your sharpen
start and there were shifts
in my air and children filled there with your needles And I wept
with your elegance and I laughed with your serious traced your
patterns in a thousand drabbles a nasty foam
My lowing
ocean darkened at your patterns
There was
a cry when you sliced me open with
your pattern
to seize that bone of yours what was and
always ever for of yours all ways until you’re
downed
you sliced me open and you found
me I was missing that rib and I was never your rib
when the singing entered the over underneath had always been
a filth singing centuries of I was my own jugal bone
not never your rib. so you made a carnage that confirmed you
as
some sort of “woman”
You birthed a terror for yourself and burned a home
into yourself of it My blood said Look at us all of
us children asks you
Do you suffer that blindness that saw your face on all the
children
Look again it says
Look again my blood
and you will
find them all gone and I have bled for years
like a woman
so sad it said so sad
your aging body will hide from you
in fear