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Kerry Krouse

Wax and Gold V

--after the painting by Wosene Worke Korsof

The city is coated in signs, a lacquer stretching

to the sea that swallows words and returns them

 

to shore, sparkling and brine soaked. In slack water,

words rub their molting bodies against rocks,

 

splitting open their skins, peeling them back and off

as they crawl out loose, amorphous. They settle

 

in tide pools, collecting barnacles and limpets, bodies

growing into the sea, into the earth. A cartographer,

 

mapping the verified world, sets out on foot

and moves slowly: renouncing blanks, he draws

 

a street for every street, a tiny x at every door.

The map of the city, grown to the size

 

of the actual city, is unrolled only at night,

the cartographer paving street onto street, stitching

 

the dark into the cloth covered sky. Everything

finds its twin: the front door swallows the back,

 

the perfect curve of the moon slips inside its sleeve,

fish sleep inside their own shadows. In the light

 

where every object binds its silhouette

to the cluttered landscape, it is impossible to split

 

the map from the city, the city from the ruins

beneath it, the ruins from the historical exhibit where

 

tourists stroll the restored cardo posing for photographs

next to the city’s catalogued antiquities. From dark

 

earth to red, a sequence of layers, each with the same

promise: to wrap cinder inside stone, to seed tarnished

 

machinery with curling vine. In Wosene’s painting,

the horizon is adorned with a sculpture, night sky

 

visible through a polished hole cut through its

triangular figure. Letterforms rise from tide pools

 

and wade into the bay, their reflections shifting in

the rise and fall of water. They take turns curling

 

their bodies inside the sculpture’s perfect circle,

a window from which they imagine the moon fought

 

its way free, leaving behind the granite from which

it was cast. Behind them, fields of basalt conceal hills

 

within hills, the pattern of the land as each old world

is lost to the next, and the wax replaced by gold.

 


Kerry Krouse lives in Oakland, California and teaches English at Chabot College.  Her work has appeared in The Southern Poetry Review and Appetite: Food as Metaphor, An Anthology of Women Poets by BOA Editions.  

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