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Tana Jean Welch is the author of In Parachutes Descending (Pitt Poetry Series, 2024) and Latest Volcano (Marsh Hawk Press, 2016). Her poetry has appeared in The New York Times, The Southern Review, Prairie Schooner, The Colorado Review, and other national literary journals. Born and raised in Fresno, California, she currently lives in Tallahassee where she is Associate Professor of Medical Humanities at the Florida State University College of Medicine. (photo credit: Mark Bauer)

TWO POEMS by Tana Jean Welch

Monday, 10 April 2023 by Tana Jean Welch
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S
LEEPING WITH JANE

Again I mutate as we move through
the old park, ready to launch 
past the spectral-fired flowers, 
past the Japanese elm sighing
alongside the swarm of Jizo statues,
bald little monks tall as wine bottles,
each transmitting a silent symphony 
of grief—Jizo, protector of unborn babies. 
Jizo, an army of stone guardians 
stalwart in cardinal colored caps
and bibs—I rise above the remains

of my never known, not a phoenix,
but a woman without memory, not
a man on his endless knee to the night,
but a woman with a woman living in one
minute you undressed me and led me 
into the pond and despite the angst of algae
between my toes I knew I was safe, like 
a child who lives no longer, a child smuggled 
into the afterlife in the sleeves of Jizo’s robe.

 

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J
ANE COMPLAINS

about losing wall space to Zina and Heike,
she wants a new glory hole, maybe something on Post Street—

when she’s angry her voice is clanging
bangles over a thin arm, so I hear new glory hole instead 
of new gallery and wonder if it’s mine or hers 
that’s suddenly inadequate

but before the wrinkled page of the sky 
swells with emptiness,
I decide to let her know:

things can always go differently

Emma Bee Bernstein committed suicide 
inside the Peggy Guggenheim Collection on the Grand Canal.
She was 23. 

Where did she do it?
In front of Léger’s Men in the City
(purchased by Peggy the day Hitler invaded Normandy),
or next to Brancusi’s Bird in Space
(acquired as the Germans approached Paris),
or in the garden? Was Emma Bee
standing on the gravesite of Peggy’s 14 beloved Lhasa Apsos?

And how? 
                         I can’t find this information anywhere.

Jane asks: what does this have to do with anything?

everything (the last dog died in 1979) 

and nothing (her name was Cellida)

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  • Published in ISSUE 26, Poetry
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