Jessie BrownGOD INSTRUCTS EVE
Whatever happens, don’t forget
to love this self I’ve given you.
the backs of your hands, taut, the wells of their
Praise this deft thumb. The thumbnail’s perfect
Remember your broad forehead, the dark brows, the way they
to be stroked against the grain. Praise this belly,
soft; praise it folding blindly over itself
as you sit, or flattening,
or pressing against another body.
Love the tongue I made for you, its
the ears with their stubborn cartilage of
Praise these rough ankles, wide, reliable; the warm
of your back; the knees, broad, rounded, unafraid.
Love these arms,
Love this slim nape. The muscle of it.
ignorant strength, the way it bends to carry
the weight of the world on
your unpracticed shoulders.
Jessie Brown lives in Arlington, Massachusetts, and works as a
poet–in–residence in schools and libraries in the Boston area. Her poems
have appeared in various journals, such as The Comstock Review,
Peacework, and Soundings East, and translations in The
American Poetry Review.
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last updated 8 February 2015