THE MUSES NARRATE A SLIDESHOW
Here I am sucking on cherry pits
leftover from the cult of Mithras.
Here I am on a child’s sarcophagus:
children collecting walnuts to chuck
at a pyramid of walnuts.
Here I am with my melon hairstyle
and my prosciutto smile which identify me
as belonging to the 2nd century.
Here I am the sound of one sense
through a bone flute in past tense.
Here I am as she who walks and as she
who walks behind and as she who walks behind behind
and is only the hand which pours water or wine.
Here I am as a pair of sheet bronze hands
with gold buttons to navigate by.
Here I am writing epic poetry in my head
since I lost my epic pen.
Here I am announcing the flood.
Here I am a copy of a copy
of an original feeling now lost.
“The Muses Narrate a Slide Show” originally appeared in The Monarch Review.
Rebecca Hoogs is the author of a chapbook, Grenade (2005) and her poems have appeared in Poetry, AGNI, Crazyhorse, Zyzzyva, The Journal, Poetry Northwest, The Florida Review, and others. She is the recipient of fellowships from the MacDowell Colony (2004) and Artist Trust of Washington State (2005). She is the Director of Education Programs and the curator and host for the Poetry Series for Seattle Arts & Lectures.