Judith and Joyce Scott


Judith Scott, in memoriam (1943-2005)

Her bundled woebegones,
Her sheltered primevals,
With a stapler lodged in the brain,
Torso stuffed with a corkscrew,
Sister's lost car keys, child's left shoe,
Or bits of foam, pages from a book,
And the broken back of a chair.
Give up all hope for a better past.
Judy pulls the living from the dead
And whatever is at her slippered feet,
Within her ravenous flower-girl grasp--
The process is unstoppable,
The process is humming.

Emily Fragos, Hostage: New and Selected Poems, 2011