Poems
Ana
A story about a waterbirth
A story about the ways water is not
exactly its location, source, or destination
not its surface, depth, or volume
not its contents or a tissue stretched
between continents
A story about how water exceeds identification
how its soul is “circulation”
A story about vital needs being ignored by nuns
A story about crowning in a toilet
A story about a family forged at a crowning
A story about being sovereign not royal
A story about bypassing the crown
of circular narrative by marrying the church
A story about how an institution
cannot reproduce biological life
A story about how institutions can and do
reproduce bare life
A story about how the museum
as an institution is always
about itself (William Pope L.)
A story about a nun
and another single mother named Pilar
A story about a midnight waterbirth
in a convent bathroom
A story about the nuns’ habits gathering like damp
curtain swag beneath the bathroom stalls
A story about the preponderance
of blood–the afterbirth that gladdens
the paving stones by the drain
A story about a dried caul
to protect against (dry) drowning
A story about birthing coworkers
A story about a vocation
a calling
A story about a convent education
A story about the contents of convents
subduing the heart
or its heat, about the arterial sounds
of rushing water in a rusted pipe
about crocheting pillow covers to smother
the needling question of so many remains
A story about children
A story about what makes some nuns
such hardy bursars
of so many small burials?
A story about the role of unwed women
in colonialist expansion
A story about who can counter nunwork
if not mothers
A story about how nuns make it hard
but moms make it work
A story about how moms who don’t have help
help each other out
help themselves
A story about being a child eating dinner
late at night in another’s mother’s kitchen
A story about neighbors raising
my mother’s child–me
A story about Patricia Hill Collins’
othermothering, about accepting
the fundamental workability
of asymmetrical love
that it doesn’t have to be reciprocal
or nothing
A story about sleep
is like water
a dream of misidentification
with the self
a hatch is another
word for a passage is…
A story about an earlier, ongoing pandemic
A story about how my mom
gave birth to navel genres
submerged her story
in a sub-sub genre
she called “crush depth”
A story about how “passage”
is another word for para
graph beings and ends with a break
in sense, because submarines
also breach
when they go too deep
A story about asking future generations
how to soften the blows
A story about ceding power
so we can heal
A story about the way male
seahorses carry a couple thousand
babies in their abdominal pouches
A story about how some bodies give birth
and take life with abandon
without recourse
A story about how queer
nature is
A story about the way floating suspends
storyforms
like location, migration, and belonging
A story about how motile we become after birth
cruising straight down
into “crush depth”
Reprinted from REPS (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2024) with the permission of the author. All rights reserved.