Norah Brady
carrion song
against Turgenev
The tiny space I occupy is so infinitesimal
in comparison with the rest of space, which
I don’t occupy and which has no relation to me.
— Turgenev, Fathers and Sons
the ravens have made themselves useful
covering me with their noise, which means: I’m hungry, I’m lonely, come want me,
or: here, here, here
I am becoming one of the deep mountain pools,
the ones silent with secrecy, mud dripping from their toes like rosary beads
the ones with one foot out of the grave, attempting to become woman again
oh, I’m sorry, can I not be looked at?
has sound made a mirror of me?
the world stretches out like a held breath, it shimmers
like roadkill, of course, which is why the ravens are here
The tiny space I occupy is so infinitesimal
in comparison with the rest of space, which
I don’t occupy and which has no relation to me.
— Turgenev, Fathers and Sons
the ravens have made themselves useful
covering me with their noise, which means: I’m hungry, I’m lonely, come want me,
or: here, here, here
I am becoming one of the deep mountain pools,
the ones silent with secrecy, mud dripping from their toes like rosary beads
the ones with one foot out of the grave, attempting to become woman again
oh, I’m sorry, can I not be looked at?
has sound made a mirror of me?
the world stretches out like a held breath, it shimmers
like roadkill, of course, which is why the ravens are here
Biography
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Norah Brady is a moon enthusiast, haunted house, and mountain poet. They were a runner-up for Youth Poet Laureate of Boston in 2020. Their poetry and short fiction can be found in Rookie magazine, The Ekphrastic Review, and the Blue Marble Review, with work forthcoming in COUNTERCLOCK and Body Without Organs. Norah lives in Boston, MA.
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