The Necessity of Wildfire: Poems
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Prize-winning collection: Ada Limón selected this book as the winner of the newly relaunched Wren Poetry Prize and edited the collection as well. This is the first collection published by Blair since Limón joined Blair as its poetry editor.
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Powerful emerging voice: Caitlin Scarano is the author of two chapbooks and a previous poetry collection, Do Not Bring Him Water (Write Bloody). They’ve been the recipient of residencies at Vermont Studio Center and have taught classes at Hugo House in Seattle.
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Blurbs and support from prominent poets: In addition to Ada Limón’s comments on this collection, Denise Duhamel and Kelli Russell Agodon also contributed endorsements. Scarano and Ada Limón will launch this book with a discussion hosted by Elliott Bay Book Company. Duhamel and Agodon have also agreed to events with Scarano.
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The Necessity of Wildfire - Caitlin Scarano
The houses where they eat the lambs
Wishbone, forked bone
between the neck and breast of a bird
but we are not the bird. Nor the feather, nor
the stone that brought her warm
body down. I am the weak point, a snap,
furcular crack. You are the wish mouthed
against a wall of air. Worm between the ribs.
Smeared blood above a door. Dedication
takes many forms. We stand by these
bleached altars. Gather veins like soft
blue thread in a basket of skin. To not harm
each other is not enough. I want to love you
so much that you have no before. No mother,
no bower, no history of burning doors.
The sea with her rising wet ash. To be marrow
intimate. A crime committed
squatting among the reeds. Add grit
to the skin for texture. Crouch like a toad
beneath the bowl of your skull
and turn the skeleton key in your eye.
Lover, we will know no neighbors. No light
beyond the teeth of a laughing loon.
Every disaster branches out from another
Once, I threw my grandfather’s favorite tabby cat
off the back porch. She landed low, trembling
on the bricks my grandmother had laid
in a herringbone pattern a decade before. I can
still remember how slick those mossy bricks were
in the rain, the oak tree choked with ornamental ivy, still
feel my skin snag on the holly bushes where I tried to hide,
still smell the birdbath’s fetid water. For years, I thought
what he did to us was simply what was owed
for trying to break the legs of that fucking cat. He caught me
that day, twisted my arm behind my back
and whispered into my ear: I give you this
lifetime of fear—a throat full of bees.
He had no idea
the gift I would make of it.
Calf
I am driving by a field. Mountains crusted with a gold decay
surround me. My mother called yesterday; they finally have
a diagnosis. In the field, I notice a cow on her side,
a trembling mass. Sick paternal aunts and cousins
I’ve never met. I get out of the car and move toward the wire
fence. Inherited autosomal recessive mutation. Watch fluids
rush from her body, matter I cannot name. Slit-lamp
exam of the eyes. Blood draws. Liver function tests.
The black calf beside her. One of my father’s
sisters crawling across the living
-room floor. Environmental factors. The mother’s low
groans, her obvious distress. All those symptoms finally
under a name, a key turning in my brainstem. But to name
a thing is a trick. The calf a silent creature. Compulsive
seeking. Lesions on my father’s face. His twitching
legs. Likely stillborn. I did not attend his funeral. Closer
to dirt than beast. You probably don’t have it, my mother
says. Despite harmful consequences. I watch the slipping
sun. Or could just be a carrier. I return to your car, decide
to do nothing. Thus, symptomless. Note how the herd
has already moved on.
During the Wildfires
My body cavernquiet as he kisses my hip. This taste.
Salt of a childhood still on me.
I