Three Poems
SARAH SCORGIE

Skin


“And the Lord God made garments of skin for Adam and his wife, and clothed them.”  
Genesis 3:21


In the end, we were covered with skins,
seven times, seven layers
of cells and glands. The heavens 
are outside of us now—inside is water, blood.

Cage of rib and bone, 
web of purpled veins,
like fruitless trees,
tangled laurels.

The wind—you 
are wind—enters now only in gasps

and the sighs of our hungry tongues.
Eden echoes in my honeycombed lungs.

Outside the garden,
we cannot touch our whole selves to God,
only to each other. But even in this
there is sweetness—

a woman’s bottom lip,
pressed to mine like a ripe fig.





Shooter

He needed it, the $12.99 “buzz
shooter,” blue darts suctioning

            at windows and walls. When he holds it,
            he makes the sound instinctive in all

                          small boys—half siren, half AK-47.
                          What is the war

they must always be fighting.
bears propped like range targets

           dolls dive-bombing to the sidewalk. 
           He doesn’t understand pain yet,

                         or that he could cause it. 
                         He just wants to hear the bang

to see something he made fly. 
How powerful power’s drive. What appetite

           for destruction is tamed in the good men,
           what strength in those who one day

                         become protectors.





Martha

Our whole lives I have grounded her, 
been the roof separating her from the sky. 

She could spend hours dreaming
her way to the well, clay jug
waiting to be filled.

They say, now, that I was wrong.
That while I braided the bread,
my sister’s undone hair was her salvation.

I stood in the doorway, 
watching her anoint his feet, perfume 
glazing my clean floor,

and thought how badly
they need us—the hands that pour
for the lips that drink,

the careful scaffolding 
for their irresponsible miracles.




SARAH SCORGIE is a grant writer, copywriter and poet living in San Diego, California.
The Adirondack Review
WINTER 2015