Bone Perches

pulls at the gut and pokes at the brain

I came to the poetry of Kristin Chang via the appearance of "Letter From My Grandmother in Tsingtao" in Poetry Daily which republished the piece from Adroit Journal Issue 26.

One particular image from the poem struck me, seared itself into my consciousness: "I taught you to butcher / a bird & convert its bones / into perches". There is of course a very visceral dimension to evoking bones and butchering. But there is also a cerebralness in the notion of use value signalled by the perches, one is poised like the words on a line, not sure for how long. Rest my weary bones.

Details: that's Kristin not Kirstin

And so for day 2348