A collection of poetry
by Patricia Wellingham-Jones
from Mongolian Art Exhibit
I turn a corner, stunned now by faces /
on the wall—masks of deities, shamans, /
in papier-mâché, carved wood, stuffed skin. /
Black brows pull down over glaring eyes, /
red mouths stretch in snarls or gentle smiles.
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“To live in the world is to live in the body,
that deepest heap of wants…” - Amy Fleury
When I die I want to be
to bone and fat, the bonsai
of my kidneys exposed
kebabed for little girls
to poke and finger,
my brain a spiny coral
along the smooth ocean of skull –
muscles lying languidly
like sheep grazing on a rain
field. For what does the body
want to be but
remembered – for its
perfect form, the way the tongue
the teeth three times
to say muscadine or chicory, no
elegy for the musculature
to a place where
exists except for
the prick of rib
against flesh, the glass pendulum
of one’s own heart swinging
from one shell-washed
shore to another.
-after the “Body Worlds”
Exhibit, Museum of Science and Industry, Chicago
Joan Dy's poetry has appeared in Lyric, The Southeast Review, Hiram Review, and Re)verb. She is a River Styx Poetry Award finalist, recently won the Andy P. Smith Award for nonfiction, and will be an Assistant Editor at Crab Orchard Review this summer. She completed her MFA in poetry at Southern Illinois University this year, and plans to teach English in Asia in September. She enjoys studying anatomy, backpacking, and cooking, and secretly wants to be the lovechild of Martha Stewart and Julia Child. — A collection of Joan's poetry will be featured in the Fall issue of Ink & Ashes.