— F(r)iction (@FrictionSeries) November 4, 2017
Hear the editors of F(r)iction discuss Issue 8, including “Mummies…”
Mummies of the World Exhibit with My Young Children
Girls slink into dimming,
enthralled by the play of light and cold
of each case, glass quiet and straight.
How long is 1,000 years—
Sheath of material frayed and fringing
on the edges, speaking in threads,
knees tucked, tether of bone and linen,
our noninvasive looking.
For the forgetting
there are signs: “These were humans.”
What is a named thing here?
What wrap makes arm into wing?
What happens to the brain? They ask
if they can be made into mummies,
suggesting that if I were one
I would be giving two thumbs up.
Do you close your eyes
when you die? wonders the youngest
who says she hopes her own will
stay wide open—
scrunches her forehead, amplifies
At home I need to run,
pushing into pavement, flesh
vibrating on concrete and lung heave,
my brain still shivering in its skull.
I imagine my calf muscles pulling away,
undone from their sinews like rolls
of deli meat meant for slicing, like fabric
unraveled for the cut.
Later, I pull covers tight around their chins,
these girls so light with life, even when eyes
are shut quiet, preserved, if for a moment,
wrapped warm in the stillness of sheets.