USING LINE TO MEASURE WEIRDNESS
A whore’s account of ivory
Stampede bleeding through the gullet when he sneezes
Tusks that lean like dancer’s feet towards the carving knife
The sculptor is a narcoleptic
Dreams of peeling back his hands
Sees fingers as piano keys
Femur whittled to a soap dish, vine and cherub
Or her hairpin, hot with histories of sand
Sharp enough to cut the fringe that hides her furrow
IT LOOKS FAKE, I LIKE IT
– Joe Versus the Volcano
I want to get married at the mouth
of a volcano before jumping in.
It’s the sort of wish girls have in grade
school when they see their teacher
linger at the sidewalk with a hickey
passing as a birthmark Okay maybe
they don’t. I did. Once I saw my father
touch the gemstoned ear of a woman
at the store. He called her Calla Lily,
brought her a lampshade landscaped
with the island of Waponi Woo.
Robin Richardson is the author of Knife Throwing Through Self-Hypnosis (forthcoming with ECW Press, 2013) and Grunt of the Minotaur (Insomniac Press, 2011). Her work has appeared in many journals including Best Canadian Poetry 2013, Tin House, Arc, Fjords, Witness, The Berkeley Poetry Review, The Malahat Review, and The Cortland Review. She has been shortlisted for the ReLit award, longlisted for the CBC Poetry Award, and has won the John B. Santoianni Award (awarded by The Academy of American Poets) and the Joan t. Baldwin Award. She holds an MFA in poetry from Sarah Lawrence, and currently divides her time between Toronto, and New York.
Poems from Knife Throwing Through Self-Hypnosis, posted with permission from the author. Emma Healey spoke to Robin Richardson earlier this year.