Symphonies, and: Stitched Jamaica Baldwin (bio) Symphonies Buzzards circle overhead when he touches the scarred surface. In this prophecy a body is strewn about the empty streets, limbs disconnected from carcass, a blood red river flows outside its boundaries. This is where skin becomes tinted or tainted—the origin of war paint has always been blood. The origin of sex has always been need. When he touches what has not been touched in some time (some equaling a number that takes itself too seriously but also less than the number of orgasms I've faked, which is to say, not seriously enough), I'll replace his silence with the absence of symmetry. [End Page 69] A cacophony, not like song at all, like the moments between death and decay when bodies are ripe for the pulling and the picking and scavengers, unable to hide their lust, call out to each other, staking their claim. Which cut has the sweetest memories? They ca-caw and caw and caw. Although sex has been chalked up to that which came before cancer, that is to say not a current dilemma, I miss what won't be there each time a hand traces symphonies across my chest. I already miss sex with my perfectly worrisome body. The inches of waist—too many, the hips—too high and breasts, well, they had their own history. [End Page 70] Stitched A thinking woman sleeps with monsters. The beakthat grips her, she becomes.adrienne rich In suffering a woman's body,like a broken music box, can be cranked and cranked and stillnot produce music. When asked, why don't you playsomething pretty for me darlin'?, she catches fire. Show me a woman held together without sutureor safety pin or excuse for the things men do and I'll show youa woman with a story she's never told a soul. [End Page 71] Jamaica Baldwin Jamaica Baldwin is a graduate of the mfa program in creative writing at Pacific University Oregon and a 2017 Jack Straw Writers Program fellow. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Rattle, Spiral Orb, Jack Straw Anthology, Hayden's Ferry, and the Seattle Review of Books. At the latter's publishing house she was the March 2017 poet in residence. Her poem "Call Me by My Name" was nominated for Sundress Best of Net 2017 and a Pushcart Prize. She is a teaching artist in Seattle and currently working on her first book. Copyright © 2018 University of Nebraska Press