K.A. Thomas has appeared in i.e.magazine, Tintern Abbey, and
The Texas Review.
Her work placed in The Houston Press 1999 Poetry Contest and she was featured
on ABCnews.com's National Poetry Month site in 1998 and 1999. She lives in Houston with
poet M. Alexander and her son Tristan.
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A Viewing Of The Body
by K.A. Thomas
Before the carving starts,
before steel splits skin
that does not blanch
at your gloved touch,
let your eyes wander
-- scalpel shoulder to shoulder --
in wonder at how
I might have been.
Muse over fusion
of pubis, ischium, ilium,
hum theorems to the expanse
of non-Euclidean space
braced point to point
by those innominate bones;
brood over pointless histories held
dependent on all burnt & topless towers;
conjecture that a lover coming
from behind would spiral
eternal galaxy of mouth,
mortise each immortal kiss
into the abyss between scapulae,
press the heels of hands
atop hips till fingertips touch,
pinion small bowl of belly
in an unmeasurable variant
of our circumstances.
Puzzle over half-heard
words: infinite fractal symmetry;
imagine that we met on occasion
for coffee & quantifiable chaos:
-- that when you make me
laugh, non-linear dirges groan
low & dark from mottled throat;
that when I turn to rest a gaze on you
my red hair flares chromodynamic
truth & beauty in proton & neutron;
that my blown eyes spark charmed
& strange from within -- green
charged particles -- nocturnal animals.
Creature of cold storage habitat,
cryptologist of almost remembered articulates,
when you re-pack that chronic cavity,
when you set your seal in sutures
against that sad bag of reticulate skin
-- shut the drawer
fix yourself a stiff
drink & dream of me
transitional, in every universe;
hypostatic in the basement.