
Poetry We Admire: Care Work
This July, Associate Editor Benjamin Bartu curates a selection of poems about care work.
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This July, Associate Editor Benjamin Bartu curates a selection of poems about care work.
“On all sides of the fishing pond, a maw. A clearing of the throat. A clear sky.”
By Philip Jason
“The difference between the earth and the sky / is not always obvious to me.”
From behind its aluminum dermis, / the machine transcribes the living, / studying the sound a muscle makes skipped / across roof of mouth.
By Liala Zaray
“My afghanis are quietly pressed into palms and secretly traded / When ready for purchase, I place my afghanis face side up”
“About our bodies, strangers in white / deliver the news; in some places, the only option / is the option Mary had.”
By Rana Tahir
“when the athan breaks across the sky / the seas come back to pray. I will / believe most things easily.”
By Sydney Blas
“Our bodies were latte stones, pillaring and holding their weight against what felt like a push towards home.”
“River, river– / lift up your roaring tongue to heaven, / swear you do not have my mother / in your belly.”