What I think about when they are shooting laser beams into my skin
How if there was a laser removal procedure
for the segment of your brain
that laces your body
with the love-chemicals
I think it would be a golden ticket.
There is a cash crop of broken
tickers and freshly re-cynical
amongst us. Imagine if I could
have burned the besottedness
out like a pocket of ink.
How a map grows in your
mind in thread. The eyes sewing
corners up to tighten the world
around you. A slow-buttoned
cardigan. Streets rolling up like stockings.
You can burn every map
but the one in your body.
It’s like sitting down at the piano
to watch the same song
leave your hands.
Morgan Bach is writing poetry for her Masters at the IIML this year. She was born and mostly raised in Wellington, and says she never seems to stay away for long. She has a BA Hons from VUW and a Diploma in Publishing from Whitireia, although lately she’s been led astray by various jobs outside the book world.
Morgan sent me a couple of poems to choose from for this post, and I really wanted to use all of them. I first discovered Morgan’s poetry when we were both part of the Exercise Book Live this year at BATS Theatre. I was impressed. There is something about the way Morgan constructs a poem – a deliberateness – that demands my attention. What I liked about “What I think about when they are shooting laser beams into my skin” is the way the poem uses scientific language (“chemicals,” “laser,” “brain”) to create distance between the person in the poem and their emotions. The last image, which is a more traditional lyric image, also achieves this idea as the song leaves the person’s hands almost without their permission. For me, this speaks to the way our bodies and lives can often feel outside of our control. I think Morgan is a talent to watch out for.
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