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Brute

Emily Skaja
Chapters (54)
  1. Cover
  2. BRUTE
  3. BRUTE
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. BRUTE
  7. I: MY HISTORY AS
  8. MY HISTORY AS
  9. BRUTE STRENGTH
  10. IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO KEEP WHITE MOTHS
  11. I HAVE READ THE WHOLE MOON
  12. ELEGY WITHOUT A SINGLE TREE I CAN SAVE
  13. IN MARCH WHEN YOU TELL ME YOU DON’T
  14. [IN DEFEAT I WAS PERFECT]
  15. ELEGY WITH A SHIT-BROWN RIVER RUNNING THROUGH IT
  16. PHILADELPHIA
  17. THE BRUTE / BRUTE HEART
  18. II: GIRL SAINTS
  19. GIRL SAINTS
  20. DEAR KATIE
  21. ELEGY WITH FEATHERS
  22. DEAR RUTH
  23. [IT WASN’T ABOUT LOVE]
  24. ELEGY WITH SYMPTOMS
  25. INDICTMENT
  26. LETTER TO S, HOSPITAL
  27. RULES FOR A BODY COMING OUT OF WATER
  28. DEAR EMILY
  29. III: CIRCLE
  30. AUBADE WITH BOUNDARIES
  31. FOUR HAWKS
  32. HOW TO MEND A FAUCET DRIPPING THREAD
  33. ELEGY WITH BLACK SMOKE
  34. [FOR DAYS I WAS SILENT]
  35. ELEGY FOR R
  36. [REMARKABLE THE LITTER OF BIRDS]
  37. SELF-PORTRAIT WITH HAWK & ARMADA
  38. MARCH IS MARCH
  39. THANK YOU WHEN I’M AN AXE
  40. IV: BRIGHT LANDSCAPE
  41. NO, I DO NOT WANT TO CONNECT WITH YOU ON LINKEDIN
  42. CLEF
  43. BRUTE FORCE
  44. ELEGY WITH SYMPATHY
  45. AUBADE WITH ATTENTION TO PATHOS
  46. II.
  47. III.
  48. IV.
  49. V.
  50. FIGURE OF WOMAN COMING OUT OF A WALL
  51. ELEGY WITH RABBITS
  52. [EURYDICE]
  53. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  54. About the Author

Cover

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I couldn’t see myself at the bottom I woke up on the dirt floor of the old cellar I had new limbs

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BRUTE

Winner of the Walt Whitman Award of the Academy of American Poets

2018

Selected by Joy Harjo

Sponsored by the Academy of American Poets, the Walt Whitman Award is given annually to the winner of an open competition among American poets who have not yet published a book of poems.

BRUTE

POEMS

Emily Skaja

Graywolf Press

Copyright

Copyright © 2019 by Emily Skaja

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This publication is made possible, in part, by the voters of Minnesota through a Minnesota State Arts Board Operating Support grant, thanks to a legislative appropriation from the arts and cultural heritage fund, and a grant from the Wells Fargo Foundation. Significant support has also been provided by Target, the McKnight Foundation, the Lannan Foundation, the Amazon Literary Partnership, and other generous contributions from foundations, corporations, and individuals. To these organizations and individuals we offer our heartfelt thanks.

Published by Graywolf Press

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Minneapolis, Minnesota 55401

Published in the United States of America

Printed in Canada

ISBN 978-1-55597-835-8

Ebook ISBN 978-1-55597-835-8

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First Graywolf Printing, 2019

Library of Congress Control Number: 2018947085

Cover design: Mary Austin Speaker

Cover art: Walton Ford, Gleipnir. Image courtesy of Walton Ford and Paul Kasmin Gallery.

Dedication

for the women in my life

& for anyone vulnerable to flight

BRUTE

I: MY HISTORY AS

You remember too much,

my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that? And I said,

Where can I put it down?

—ANNE CARSON

MY HISTORY AS

In my history, I was bones eating paper

or I was paper eating bones. Semantics.

I lived in a narrow house;

I lived with a man who said

You fucked up your own life, who said

I could never love someone so heavy.

The place was brick on brick

with iron grates covering the windows—

rowhouse cage, South Philly. I was learning

how some of us are made to be carrion birds

& some of us are made to be circled.

Somewhere in this education

I stopped eating. Held up my hands