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CAROLINA EBEID

All Those Gorgeous Feelings


Do they haunt you? Do they hunt you out?
            
            often they move small
            and quick like a pair of humming
            birds at a feeder, a tiny
            and iridescent humming about
            the ears, just listen, they drink-&-drink



Do they ride your back, just like they deviled your grandma’s back?
            

            they stick me with needles in my thigh 
            but that’s so to keep me well, they say



Do you feel well or like hell today?
                

            I feel like a well today
            you can lower your pail into me
            tin bucket splash
            rappel your name down the shaft
            and I’ll chant it back



Is it matrilineal all those blues coming down the bloodline?
           

            my grandmother said she’d throw
            herself under a train, not to me, but
            to my mother she said, she’d eat every white
            pill in the cabinet, she never did,
            she’d jump from…she’d drown in…
            but she never did the things she said,
            only crying wolf



All those blues, what do they do inside you?

            they go out the door
            in the morning all
            dressed up and come
            back by suppertime,
            they bring in
            the evening paper



You close your eyes when you sing, what’s behind those eyes when you sing?
            

            someone put a house there, its honey lights



All those gorging feelings, how do you bed them down?
            

            wolf, wolf


  

159  The Paris-American

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Carolina Ebeid is a fellow at the Stadler Center for Poetry where she has been on the editorial staff of West Branch. She is also a poetry editor for the online journal Better: Culture & Lit.  Her work appears in journals such as The Kenyon Review, Crazyhorse, Gulf Coast, Colorado Review, and others. She holds an MFA from the Michener Centers for Writers, and has been awarded prizes and fellowships from the McNair Scholars Program, CantoMundo, and the Academy of American Poets. In the fall, she will begin a doctorate at the University of Denver's creative writing program.


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