{"id":16985,"date":"2021-08-01T00:01:11","date_gmt":"2021-08-01T05:01:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/?p=16985"},"modified":"2021-07-30T14:47:14","modified_gmt":"2021-07-30T19:47:14","slug":"elegy-for-a-methodist","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/16985","title":{"rendered":"Elegy for a Methodist"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>For my grandfather<\/em><\/p>\n<p>When I put you on in winter, a jacket torn at the elbows,<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">______<\/span>I taste each honeyed brick of a hive gold-slick,<\/p>\n<p>feel a buzz that echoes in the silent comb<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">______<\/span>between my ribs where a soul should nest.<\/p>\n<p>I wake at four and imagine my Northern lover a spy,<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">______<\/span>follow your accent like a warbler into gas stations.<\/p>\n<p>What biscuits rise in the ovens of the afterlife?<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">______<\/span>What leaves burn dark blue in your sanctuary?<\/p>\n<p>I cannot picture the celestial tailgate, your mother<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">______<\/span>reciting Virgil in Latin and stroking your hair,<\/p>\n<p>the heaven you believed was like your wedding<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">______<\/span>ring, no need to polish what\u2019s already gold<\/p>\n<p>and crushing your finger at the joint. I cannot recall<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">______<\/span>seeing you run or drink anything from a can,<\/p>\n<p>but now I dream you sip coffee salted with earth<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">______<\/span>from your county, mapping a route, avoiding<\/p>\n<p>interstates. You fold the ocean into the cedar chest.<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">______<\/span>You place an olive between the teeth<\/p>\n<p>of each driver who didn\u2019t crash into you. Your hair<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">______<\/span>is the hustle of wings. A hummingbird prays<\/p>\n<p>in your throat. The beautiful city of God is river rock<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">______<\/span>and pepper, is green spiral steps, it shivers<\/p>\n<p>with the first snow you felt behind your ears, pelts<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">______<\/span>like a dog through a field of broken stalks.<\/p>\n<p>It is the splintered fingers of your wife weaving<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">______<\/span>a wreath of baby\u2019s breath. Beneath your eyelids,<\/p>\n<p>two Saturns, rings of husks. The cobalt hums<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">______<\/span>a whir language and I string your neck with thoraxes,<\/p>\n<p>set a silver hymn of bees on the candles. You open<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">______<\/span>your mouth to the sting, croak \u201cMarching to Zion.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6><a href=\"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-4ra\">Dorsey Craft<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>For my grandfather When I put you on in winter, a jacket torn at the elbows, ______I taste each honeyed brick of a hive gold-slick, feel a buzz that echoes in the silent comb ______between my ribs where a soul should nest. 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