In the words of Fanny Howe, Dawn Lundy Martin’s poetry is “dense
and deep . . . necessary, and hot on the eye.” Line, sentence, and stanza cohere
in this sequence—taken from a longer series—that considers the body as site of “contained
delightfulness” and terror.
An excerpt:
Order, we know, is love. Without clothes the
body feels its own flesh suddenly. To imagine fear
when it’s not present is to evoke the erotic, is to
prepare, a cool wet cloth on the body’s surface,
a cleansing, a room is tied down, a single chair as
anchor.
DAWN LUNDY MARTIN is author of A Gathering of Matter/A
Matter of Gathering, winner of the Cave Canem Poetry Prize (University of
Georgia Press, 2007), Discipline, winner of the Nightboat Poetry Prize
(Nightboat Books: 2011), and the forthcoming Life in a Box is a Pretty Life
(Nightboat Books, 2014). She lives in Pittsburgh, PA.
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