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Half is Just Enough to Make Sure You Will Eat Another Someday

This week we delve into the vault to bring you a poem from Cat Richardson, a new voice when she appeared in Hope/Dread, #41. Check out this doubled sided issue where Lorrie Moore, one of our nation’s most astute and sliest writers, talks to Tin House senior editor Michelle Wildgen about the subversive uses of humor and wordplay, Ander Monson and Nick Cave wallow in the fictional depths of despair and depravity, and Matthea Harvey and Deborah Landau plumb the poetic dark heart.
Half is Just Enough to Make Sure You Will Eat Another Someday
by Cat Richardson

Enough of this, this mania, and the fear that your body will turn against you.
Keep waking up in the empty morning and its thin light,
and everything will be the same for the rest of us.
This should calm you: that nobody can see the blood that’s been rolling
through you, shouting that here there is damage, that here
rest is impossible, that your hand can hold only so many
pebbles from the bottom of the stream before they plink back
to the water and the sand. Maybe with a sneeze you could start over—
you are impossible like that—and we could share our time carefully,
chase these things away, the pigeons that stared slyly at our sandwiches.
This time is an orange that will not be eaten by either of us alone.
If I gave you the whole thing, you would tire of the
twinge after the seventh segment.

………………………………There are things I cannot say even to myself:
that some smiles make me curl into myself like a dead snake. My skin
has become porous and this two-way seeping has given me a new color.
Watching the days crank lazily makes me crazy. The smile, the lurch backwards.
Feeling memory bundle around me like a blanket making each step slower. Kneeling
in front of things and wondering why they feel like old friends.

Cat Richardson is a freelance reviewer and first-rate whistler who lives in Hoboken, NJ.

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