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 Sunburst, Copper Cylinder, and Prix Aurora Awards; her short fiction has appeared in multiple Year’s Best anthologies and is forthcoming in Nowhereville: Weird is Other People and Strange Horizons. She lives and works in Toronto, where she is settled in for winter, making cranberry jam and brown bread and dreaming of new trees. Visit her at www.leahbobet.com.

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