Ashley Mares is the author of Maddening Creatures (Aldrich Press, forthcoming), The Deer Longs for Streams of Water (Flutter Press), and A Dark, Breathing Heart (dancing girl press). Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Stirring, Whiskey Island, Menacing Hedge, Whale Road Review, Prelude, Hermeneutic Chaos, and others. She is currently completing her J.D. in Monterey, Ca, where she lives with her husband.


Previously in Glass: A Journal of Poetry: Vanishing


Ashley Mares

Undressing

Let's say I'm comfortable in my body while I'm undressing — (because to rip your body apart is a sin). It wasn't just that I bruised easily — it's that broken blood vessels pull me into the dirt like gravity pulls a little bird from her mother's breast. As a child I found her with a broken wing — I heard God look at her bruised body and say you are my beloved — he saw me watching. He said my beloved can have ribs that show through skin — visibly bound to the earth. As a child I asked my mother how to revive the bones in me that have died. A little girl rips herself apart just to see what her body is made of — bone shaving in hand — God says it's yours if you want it — so lovely is a body that will fail — bone shavings like sand welling beneath the illusion of the ocean — a promised love between pieces of me that perched on my mother's hip as a child and pieces of me I let drown in the earth. I looked at the little bird with the broken wing — shook off her leaves covering her — unhooked her ribs from the earth — maybe she can't be fixed.


Lost & Found is published by Glass Poetry Press as part of Glass: A Journal of Poetry. This project publishes work that was accepted by journals that ceased publication before the work was released.
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