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July 18, 2019
[What Follows Is a Reconstruction Based on the Best Available Evidence](
[Erika Meitner](
1. I ate eggs from a chafing dish while the baker
reminded us: the only thing that will hurt you
out here are your own bad decisions
2. I felt fettered then un-
3. I listened to the rain
4. I listened to the rain hitting the Carrier compressor, the
gravel walk
5. I listened to the rain flattening the clover, I listened to
the rain letting up and then it was ozone and drip
6. On the bench under the overhang in the rain I let
myself pretend I was younger and childless, like the first
time I arrived here
7. The first time I arrived here, I never thought I am small
and luminous
8. The body, burdened and miraculous
9. The body as thin-nest boundary
10. I climbed into your body like a cave
11. I was frightened to walk in the dark
12. Late at night even my own movements became
unknowable, magnified and rustling
13. The night cut by the moon, punctured by the whistle of
the cargo train
14. There was only a hole, there was only forward and more
forward
15. The inevitability of a scarred life, your pulse, stitches,
this palace of breath
16. go on, go on / again, again / return, return
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Copyright © 2019 Erika Meitner. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on July 18, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.
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About This Poem
âThis poemâa meditation on memory, time, and the way people and place inscribe our bodiesâtakes its title from a section in the book Delirious New York by architect Rem Koolhaas where he attempts to recreate Dreamland, an amusement park in Coney Island that was opened in 1904 and burned to the ground in 1911. The poem begins with something my friend the writer-baker-musician Martin Philip told me when we were at MacDowell Colony one summer, to allay my fears about walking in the dark woods at night. The last line is a transcription of audio from James Colemanâs a/v piece âBox (ahhareturnabout), 1977,â made up of images and commentary from the 1927 boxing match between Gene Tunney and Jack Dempsey for the world heavyweight title, nicknamed âthe long count fight.ââ
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[Erika Meitner](
Erika Meitner is the author of five books of poems, including Holy Moly Carry Me (BOA Editions, 2018), which was a finalist for the 2018 National Book Critics Circle Award in poetry and the winner of the 2018 National Jewish Book Award in poetry. She is an associate professor of English and the director of the creative writing program at Virginia Tech. She lives in Blacksburg, Virginia.
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