By Frances Leviston
Of Tribulation, these are They,
Denoted by the White.
— Emily Dickinson
in the split geode
a Santa’s grotto
every surface —
like sea urchins’ —
in the doorways
sleepers from the womb
to make of anything succulent
Source: Poetry (March 2018)
Frances Leviston’s Disinformation was published by Picador in 2015. She lectures at the University of Manchester.
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Clavicle and nape, what lies forked in an open palm;
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sole. Pore and rib, pelvis and root
and tongue. We are wishbone and gland and molar
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sharpening their hooks, repairing the great net,
filling gourds with fresh water. They’d bundled
taro wrapped in leaves sitting below the cross seats.