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Ming the Clam

Quahog two hooves clenched among two hundred brothers.

With an awl, someone counted your stairs
leading back to a dynasty:
five hundred years of tide,
near two thousand anvils of sunshine—

and you, fat in the castanet you made,
a home calcium, dedicated room.
If it weren’t for us, you’d be living
calm as a dawn

That’s where witnessing you alive—
as gazes tilt away from your lip,
a glint, the flashbulb rings of Saturn
seen through a lens, its ice flying apart

there sit the rings
a still, tilted hat—
here to find out
how to leave things alone

Cynthia Arrieu-King is a poet of Chinese heritage and the author of The Betweens (Noemi Press, 2021), among other titles.

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“In 2006 climate researchers from Bangor University in the United Kingdom pulled a quahog clam from the waters off the north shore of Iceland. Researchers on that cruise named the clam Hafrún, or ‘mystery of the ocean,’ and froze it for later study, thereby killing it, not realizing it was the oldest non-colonial animal [that is, the oldest animal not composed of other animals that live together as a modular organism, such as a coral reef] ever discovered. Journalists later named it Ming, as it had been born during the Chinese Ming dynasty. It was initially thought to be four hundred and five years old due to its four hundred and five rings, but carbon dating and comparison with other shells from the area revealed it was five hundred and seven years old.”
—Cynthia Arrieu-King

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A pink dozen sunshine trapezoids—
It's good to be breathing
says an array of rosemary shrubs.
A field of illicit rocks, shrapnel, bees, germs unknown.
Hands held. Back seats checked for sleeping.

I have made a Tuesday monument 
of a baby's toothbrush lying on the sidewalk alone.

The far lake no one knows about, bitching its ripples. 

In this case it 
doesn't matter what other people need 
in measures of solitude; You 
need a few years, a few more years 
alone. And it's such a popular
slur to hurl: You will always be alone.

Cynthia Arrieu-King

2012

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