March 11, 2013
To write a poem is to study oneself.
To strip away all but the sinews,
and then the sinews.
A jawbone stuck out of the dirt—
young fox with still-perfect teeth.
I keep in on my desk.
Everything is made of mystery.
And then it all disappears.
Chase Twichell's most recent book is Horses Where the Answers Should Have Been: New and Selected Poems (2010). She is a student at Zen Mountain Monastery.
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