I Was the Jukebox: Poems

By: Sandra Beasley

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Synopsis: "[Beasley's] lightness works best when it dapples her darkness--and when her darkness, as it often does, feels truly deep."--Abigail Deutsch, Poetry The winner of the 2009 Barnard Women Poets Prize--"These poems are fresh, crisp, and muscular. They are decisive and fearless. Every object, icon, or historical moment has a soul with a voice. In these poems these soulful ones elbow their way to the surface of the page, smartly into the contemporary now."--Joy Harjo, prize citation from "The Piano Speaks" For an hour I forgot my fat self, my neurotic innards, my addiction to alignment. For an hour I forgot my fear of rain. For an hour I was a salamander shimmying through the kelp in search of shore, and under his fingers the notes slid loose from my belly in a long jellyrope of eggs that took root in the mud.