Poetry:
deCormier-Shekerjian, Regina
Regina deCormier-Shekerjian The woman who steals ham bones When no one is looking. From friends. Acquaintances. Anyone who carelessly leaves the bone paned from its redolent meat untended on...
...hinged, in its cancellous parts marrow, the marrow of memory-bone, the ache and triumph of bone faithful to its duty until, fallen from dubious grace, it attains grace in the kitchen of the woman who steals ham bones...
...Anyone who carelessly leaves the bone paned from its redolent meat untended on the table...
...She whispers to the pot some words untranslatable, unalphabetized...
...something summoning a belief so stern it disappears if she forgets, even for a single moment, the idea of bone, not as holy relic under glass, but bone as calcareous tissue...
...Into the bag slung over her shoulder, when no one is looking, goes the heart of the next pot of pea soup, the bony heart, the generous heart, that gives itself slowly, unstintingly, asking no questions...
Vol. 115 • June 1988 • No. 11
