woman 1 as prayer
I have come to you / as you taught me / Mother / dressed in third person
to be clean of my elaborate selfishness / I hungered / until the day I could
walk into the stalks and silk / and they did not move around me / I drove
northward in open air / until my skin translusced / bone blue in the January
dark / I hungered / as you taught me / to become the horizon / I understood
desire to be / before I knew what it was to be the animal / someone rides
away on / you know / I wanted instructions for pain / and like you I am
from a country where horror is a season / facedown in the backseat /
smelling of menthol and bleach / where the cherry trees outside / bent and
wept / their picturesque pornography / yes Mother / I hungered / and
when they opened my mouth / I swallowed your name.
C. F. Sibley's work has recently appeared in DIAGRAM, FIELD, The Journal, and Muzzle Magazine, and her manuscript, What the House Made, was a semifinalist for the 2018 Pleiades Press Editors Prize. She holds an M.F.A. from Columbia University and a B.A. from Middlebury College.