I Was the Jukebox: Poems

The winner of the 2009 Barnard Women Poets Prize―“fresh, crisp, and muscular.”

“These poems are fresh, crisp, and muscular. They are decisive and fearless. Every object, icon, or historical moment has a soul with a voice. In these poems these soulful ones elbow their way to the surface of the page, smartly into the contemporary now.”―Joy Harjo, prize citation

from “The Piano Speaks”
     For an hour I forgot my fat self,
     my neurotic innards, my addiction to alignment.
     For an hour I forgot my fear of rain.
     For an hour I was a salamander
     shimmying through the kelp in search of shore,
     and under his fingers the notes slid loose
     from my belly in a long jellyrope of eggs
     that took root in the mud.