Poet as Anatomist
brown as another November
rain begins. I wait outside the butcher’s
door, hair heavy with the smell
of wet wool and dead leaves.
This is the figure of man, this
of cow. Show me, here, where do I cut
to make the body a feast? My hands
worry these two crude
drawings that wilt, wash clean
in ink-stained rivulets. You skin
the corpse, prize muscle from bone.
Show me. Show me where. Too quickly
he asks me to leave. I imagine
inside the butcher shifts his
weight, hefts the carcass.
Aviva Englander Cristy is a doctoral candidate at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Best New Poets 2012, The Hollins Critic, The Spoon River Poetry Review, So to Speak, Prime Number, among others. Aviva’s chapbook The Interior Structure, will be published in Dec 2012 by dancing girl press.