3 Poems | Caitlin McCrory Evans

Utterance

I think of my ability to say—

to articulate—sounds you no longer hear: this world is not

so easy to speak in without you. Moth – er & daugh – ter

 

my lips touch to meet, to make a sound impermanent to me in this world.

Your voice once would have called: tongue curled back

behind your two front teeth, touching the tip of roughness worn

from the crushed needles of a Yew tree. Sounds articulated and of

 

the living world again;

 

I imagine our conversations: how I say mor – te is no longer
repeating

every day until my tongue tip meets

the smoothed back of my front two teeth

and language rolls open; a mouthful again:

Moth – er & daugh – ter.

 

Tendrils

I told my students how after you had died
my sister and I uncovered your drawer full of buttons,
all meticulously labeled with each threaded form’s
corresponding color and latest fashion. Style
was something you carried as a petite sophisticate;
your small frame the measure of femininity: frail wrists
and a waist less than twenty-six. My share of this body
is not the same. Long legs and bones too thick, I inch myself
into your clothes, framing out bends where none were meant
to exist. I have yet to fit into this shape of my life without you,
collecting memories clasped together by remnants of leftover
belongings and threaded dreams of a time spent not sick.

 

My Mother’s Lemon Tree

My mother’s lemon tree was the one / naked my sister and I climbed

the one whose leaves pricked at soft flesh / was my mother’s

lemon tree. She kissed / with those same lips / the ones that climbed

our cheeks / and with little girls’ tongues we pricked

at the bitter flesh. When my mother’s lemon tree / could hold the wetness

of our mouths no longer / naked the fruit of my mother’s lemon tree came

down against our soft flesh / ripe and heavy / fresh juice spilling

to the ground.

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Caitlin McCrory Evans is an educator and writer who lives out on the remote plains of Colorado. She holds an MFA from Texas State University, and her creative work has appeared in Burnt Bridge and Garden Leaf Press.

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