These are forgotten words I want to remember,
deft knife, the scent of
–––––––––––––––––––––aren’t we
lost
–––––––I choose them
–––––––––––––––––––––they’re made of
cold sand-blood, we’re still
––––––––––––––––––––––––––––a small animal
a plastic bag, a seal pup. I’m made of them—
riverbank caribou—the women in the cabin
believe this is the word I want. Maybe I’ve never
been here
–––––––––––––as much as
fossil grass in the creek
–––––––––––––––––––––the road eating
hulled ribcage and hefting
––––––––––––––––––––––––––––these words
so I won’t forget. Aren’t we red sun
––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––distant
after the funeral? Still we are
crane, now, maybe bear-
willows—consuming thick
red muscle.
One Comment on “Carrie Ayagaduk Ojanen-Poetry”
Remarkable work; I hope to see more of her writing, and would love to see a book of Ms. Ojanen’s poems.
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