National Poetry Month: ANTERIOR OF A RAZED ROOM by Cori A. Winrock

Apr 25, 2014Archive, Feature

Anterior of a Razed Room

by Cori A. Winrock



What corseting—: the room cinched in

as the wrecking drill bores down,

its metal threaded vertebrae spiraling

slow through our plaster

and horsehair insulation, the seven-layer

wallpapers caked over and over each

other—a city falling

asleep under another city and another.

Our furniture slides toward a center—

the drill in the parlor a bright needle,

the floorboard rays puckered and tufted.

I want a new coveting, a lament-for.

A simple unribboning

of song. At night my horror

vacui wills itself to filled.

In the morning I find my fingers

unringing themselves—.

From the backbone of our once spared

room, you dismiss my voice as nothing

but traffic or disconstruction. When I leave you

I will leave you more than enough

light, my handmirror and a sink, to shave by.

This poem is from issue 39.1. You may purchase a copy here.