Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Poem for Wednesday, Gifted, Emmitsburg Grotto

The Atheist Wore Goat Silk
By Anna Journey

I've wanted to visit the genetically modified goat
spliced with silkworm DNA
spinning white threads from its pink udders
like a piebald spider. I've wondered how much
for a whole goat silk dress? Always I save
the spiders that shimmy near my eyes
but never the bristled silverfish
which drop to the boatwood dinner table
from the skylight. Come Indian Summer
the fuchsia bougainvillea unpurses
its dry lips, licks the sweat
from my neck. My mother tells her childhood
best friend — who's dying from liver
cancer in Jackson, who consults
a Pentecostal woman who speaks
in tongues—that her two daughters
are atheists. Meaning my little sister and me.
Somewhere there's a goat that squirts
a rare silk so bizarre maybe
no one would actually wear it. That webbed dress
sticking to my chest, the grandfather
clock, all over the bedroom walls like a past
that drags everything with it. The thread
leading back to an animal I badly
need to believe in. Its impossible milk
steams in the twilight. There’s a dress
that rises from its udders with a misted
sleeve I can almost see.


My Tuesday was much less eventful than my Monday, though I got out long enough to pick up a Lisa Hunt painting I was having framed at A.C. Moore by a fellow fannish person (it is now hanging in my bedroom and looks fantastic). I spent most of the rest of the day doing household chores that included moving around other art and laundry. Adam worked from home waiting for his new driver's license that was supposed to arrive today but we're hoping I can sign for if it comes tomorrow.

We watched the start of the Orioles game, then the movie Gifted, which is well-acted and enjoyable (hard not to like a movie about a genius girl with Chris Evans, Lindsay Duncan, Octavia Spencer, and a halfway decent script), then we returned to the Orioles game in which they were trouncing Texas so that was nice! We also watched the start of the Nats game but they're on the west coast so now we're watching Colbert in Russia. From Emmitsburg's Grotto of Lourdes a few weeks ago:








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