Osiris

Expecting, always, the resurrection,
I made a study of wounds: the catgut
stitch, the keloid itch; broke bones
to watch them freshly bridge; read
Gray’s and Ebers, lamplit, while my right hand
charted tides. I toured the graves,
clasped disinterred men close to gaze
through their shocked eyes, seeking:
a kite’s reflection, a last impression,
the shy hem of a dispersed soul. I knew
my part. I learned my art. In readiness, I
studied wounds.

So when I woke,
all my articulation fled, wet, tongueless,
sanctified, unskilled, and left for dead,
I knew enough of ligaments to understand
how each bone fit under your callused hands.

(Editors’ Note: “Osiris” is read by Erika Ensign on the Uncanny Magazine Podcast Episode 25B.)

Leah Bobet

Leah Bobet’s most recent novel, An Inheritance of Ashes, won the Prix Aurora Award, the Sunburst Award, and the Copper Cylinder Award, and her short fiction has appeared in multiple Year’s Best anthologies. She lives in Toronto, where she picks urban apple trees, builds civic engagement spaces, and works as an editor and reviewer. Visit her at leahbobet.com.

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