I always carry my bones Poems

Felicia M. Zamora

Book - 2021

"Home is a complex ideation for many POC and migrant peoples. I Always Carry My Bones explores how familial history echoes inside a person and the ghosts of lineage dwell in a body. Sometimes we haunt. Sometimes we are the haunted. Pierced by an estranged relationship to Mexican culture, the ethereal ache of an unknown father, the weight of racism and poverty in this country, the indentations of abuse, and a mind/physicality affected by doubt, these poems root in the search for belonging-a belonging inside and outside the flesh. Space-making requires a clawing at the atrocities of today's social injustices. Space-making requires a dismantling of violent systems against brown and black bodies. Home is the place where the horrid and... beautiful intertwine and carve a being into existence. At times, the reaction is recoil: "biomimicry-how I adapt away/ from you-biomimicry-as if to chant my way/ into something worthy of your affection." At other times, the reaction is love: "if we fracture a system long enough/ our voices build/ a neoteric system/ with our voices inside." The voices in these poems are never truly singular. POC, trans/queer individuals and all marginalized people hold evolutionary revolutions in our cells. In language and elements, we are a collective. Survival held in our adaptation-another action that culls from us. We summon the magic inside of us to create a world in which we see ourselves beyond the death expected of us. We pray to our own tongues to conjure ourselves into existence. This book longs for a sanctuary of self-the dwelling of initial energy needed for our collective fight for human rights"--

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Subjects
Genres
Poetry
Published
Iowa City : University of Iowa Press [2021]
Language
English
Main Author
Felicia M. Zamora (author)
Physical Description
74 pages ; 22 cm
ISBN
9781609387761
  • In Breach of Etiquette
  • Homing Anatomy
  • Bodies & Water
  • Devil's Tongue
  • Closer
  • Memory of Sheep Rustling
  • Dear Coyote
  • For Survival of Migration: Or That Which They Cannot Devour
  • Motel
  • Labels & Cadavers & Superimposed Fathers
  • Dear Coyote
  • Any Stretch of Imagination
  • Church Ladies Call about a Christmas Gift
  • Dear Coyote
  • Lunch Money
  • Broken Sconce
  • Visits
  • Dear Coyote
  • Weight of Indentation
  • Prayer to Consciousness
  • Where We Call to Nest
  • Caught
  • & In the Body Keeping
  • America, Let Us Pause
  • Veins & Ghosts & Other Circulatory Systems
  • The Exercise of Forgiving
  • Invisibly, Yours
  • Six Functions of Bone
  • Stones of Mend
  • Announce
  • Ac the Tortoise Corral, Six Months Sober
  • Negative Compliment: Or Contemplations on Racist Rhetoric Collective Mend
  • Universe Wide
  • Where the Carriage of My Cells Catch
  • Headspace Prayer
  • Beautiful Fault
  • Bee in the Barn
  • Unlearning
  • On the Legalization of Concentration Camps in America
  • Acts After Addiction
  • Borderless Wake
  • Prayer to the Charcoal Dusk
  • Congruence
  • Upon Never Meeting My Father
  • This Preparation of All Things Autumnal
  • Ingress
  • Prayer of the Palo Verde Beetle
  • Dear Coyote
  • Game Sanctuary

From "Borderless Wake" No borders speak me, weave me into being; how language and failed construct, of imaginary lines in limit; how the word clavicle releases from jaws & synapses from our brains, yet the word clavicle fails to be bone, itself, to never be ridged, raised collagen in grow just below surface & outside our tongues, our imaginations let us dwell in land & landscape without arrest. & of borders, of take & keep, reap & sow: a hand draws over my mouth, our indigenous mouths, over our immigrant mouths--hand the smell of wet soil, of iron, the scent of blood. Excerpted from I Always Carry My Bones by Felicia M. Zamora All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.