The Body by Dana Henry Martin

The Body

Red the blood, blue the blood,
on entry, on exit, like a color song.

Pools of red turning maroon,
turning carmine.

The room is piss yellow,
the nurses green as shoots,

vertical, a moving jungle.
They want what they can’t have:

my death. I want what I can’t have:
my life. We are all swimming

in this lavender water, this gray air.
I ask for oxygen and get sulfur.

I ask for silence and get tinnitus.
My cells explode into calligraphy

that’s dripping. It’s a language
my paginated body cannot hold.

::

I see your body unraveling
in the hall. I almost said

unravening, unleavening,
unleveling. All true. I know

because I’m you. Pretty flower.
Pretty nude. Who taught you

to petal? To move toward
any open door? They’re already

calling you a whore. Broken stem.
Busted seed. Gown down

around your waist. That
everywhere hair. There’s

nothing beyond the frame.
Those stairs lead nowhere.

Leaves like hands.
Carpet like a tongue.

You are so young, Child.
You are already flung.

::

She and her maid
were transformed,

all brutality and body,
brought as close to God

as any man. Not a drop
of blood on their dresses,

not an inch of space
between their intentions.

Knife like a cross but
him like something else.

He begged them to stop.
As if. Gentileschi put them

in the good light, oiled
Holofernes’s blood

until it shone. Painted
the knife more than halfway

through the neck,
Judith’s hand knuckling

his head in place as she
cut clean through skin,

then muscle, then vein,
then nerve, then cartilage

and back in the opposite
order. After she split

the Adam’s apple,
she sliced the carotid

in two like a worm.
Gentileschi showed

Judith’s cleavage,
flush cheeks, rippled

sleeves, dark ribbons,
well-muscled arms,

her fingers, her wanting.
Gentileschi showed it all:

how it was, how it had to be.
How it will be forever.

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These are sections from a long poem titled “The Body.” Each of these sections is ekphrastic. The first is after Joan Mitchell’s Faded Air 1, the second after Dorothea Tanning’s Sunflower in the Hall, and the third after Artemisia Gentileschi’s Judith and Holofernes. Allison Blevins provided the artwork as inspiration for these poems in her workshop titled “Writing with Pain: A Generative Workshop on Illness and Disability.”

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Dana Henry Martin’s work has appeared in The Adroit Journal, Barrow Street, CALYX, Cider Press Review, Laurel Review, Meat for Tea, Muzzle, New Letters, Rogue Agent, Sheila-Na-Gig, Thimble Literary Magazine, Trampoline, and other journals. Their chapbooks include Love and Cruelty (Meat for Tea, forthcoming), No Sea Here (Moon in the Rye Press), and Toward What Is Awful (YesYes Books).