Wilderness as Manufactured Home

Kara Dorris

 
 
The secret-non-secret is to live someplace you hate, like the body. Or
a trailer house with trapdoors & bunnies rather than a brick Tudor.
Neither the honey nor the bee. It’s why we never escaped. Spent money on
fast cars, Precious Moments, clothes rather than mortgages. For better
days
, we said when we meant instant gratification. When I needed to
forget every goddamn minute, I forgot to hate the rats nesting in my
bed, the cockroaches clinging to the ceiling. It was what it was. But I
wouldn’t invite friends for sleepovers; I wouldn’t invite boys into my
body either. We wear these vardos—nothing but the ambition to move
on & restlessness when we can’t. The non-secret is trailer houses don’t
even have wheels, can only be moved with the right equipment.
Another way language fails us. Another way hunger lies.
 
some wheels are not ours
                  to keep, are removed
                                                    upon delivery
 
 
                                                                                              *
 
 

The secret-non-secret is to live someplace you                                      
a trailer house with
trapdoors & bunnies rather                               I I  
Neither the honey nor the bee. It’s why we never escaped. Spent      
fast cars, Precious Moments, clothes rather than mortgages. For      
days, we said when we meant
instant gratification. When needed      
forget every
goddamn minute, I forgot to hate the rats nesting in my
bed, the cockroaches clinging to the ceiling. It was
what it was. But I
wouldn’t invite friends for sleepovers; I wouldn’t invite boys into my
body either. We wear these vardos—nothing butambition                    
on & restlessness when we can’t.The non-secret is trailer                    
even have wheels, can only be moved with the right equipment.          
Another way
language fails us. Another way hunger lies.

 
some wheels are not ours

to keep, are removed
                            upon delivery
 
 
                                                          *
 
 
 
  either         honey     or         bee
 
                                                                                                              we
 
 
 
                                                                                                                                          wear
                                                                                                        nothing but
                              restlessness
 
 
                                              ours
                      to keep
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Kara Dorris is the author of two poetry collections: Have Ruin, Will Travel (Finishing Line Press, 2019) and When the Body is a Guardrail (2020). She has also published five chapbooks: Elective Affinities (dancing girl press, 2011), Night Ride Home (Finishing Line Press, 2012), Sonnets from Vada’s Beauty Parlor & Chainsaw Repair (dancing girl press, 2018), Untitled Film Still Museum (CW Books, 2019), and Carnival Bound [or, please unwrap me] (The Cupboard Pamphlet, 2020). Her poetry has appeared in Prairie Schooner, DIAGRAM, I-70 Review, Southword, Rising Phoenix, Harpur Palate, Cutbank, Hayden Ferry Review, Tinderbox, Puerto del Sol, The Tulane Review, and Crazyhorse, among others literary journals, as well as the anthology Beauty is a Verb (Cinco Puntos Press, 2011). Her prose has appeared in Wordgathering, Breath and Shadow, Waxwing, and the anthology The Right Way to be Crippled and Naked (Cinco Puntos Press, 2016). She earned a MFA in creative writing at New Mexico State University and a PhD in literature and poetry at the University of North Texas. Currently, she is a visiting assistant professor of English at Illinois College. For more information, please visit karadorris.com.