- But to Return Again to My Going Home
I had one child dead, another in the wildernes…and a Nation which I knew not, ruled over them.Mary Rowlandson
Mary did the horse liver taste good? Like wild flesh like god in your mouth? Now listen when you’re far enough from home when you are no longer you, Mary, you can hardly bear to think. You are so distracted by sorrow. Mary. So far, so far removed from your white linens, how did you sleep? Explain the boiled horse feet explain why you ate it then took the child’s. Mary, do you feel new when it goes in? Do you feel full for a moment? Chew it over put it in your mouth like the words of the prophets, Mary, “for to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.” Mary, is it so bad that you enjoyed the journey? That you learned something? That you have this story, Mary? [End Page 662]
kay cosgrove was the winner of the Writers Under 30 Contest from the Westchester Review. She was a finalist for the 2014 Field Poetry Prize and the 2014 Larry Levis Prize at Four Way Books. Her work has appeared in Barrow Street, Conduit, and EPOCH magazine, among others. She is a doctoral student in the University of Houston’s Creative Writing & Literature program, where she serves as a poetry editor for Gulf Coast.