“In
Surgical Wing
, you will find yourself in phone booths, county fairs, fishing boats, and among ghosts. Strange birds will enter hospital waiting rooms. You will be seduced by knot-makers. You will witness illness, grief, and healing. Finally, the book itself will become the wings that steer you to a greater understanding of yourself and the world.” —Anna Silver
In
, surrealistic poems visit an experimental hospital ward, manifesting visions of winged angels and medical tests, as we bear witness to a doctor’s’ meddling and miracles. Robertson’s poems challenge the internal and external metamorphoses of the human condition and the juxtaposition between death and life by personifying the soul through images of birds.
From “You’re About to Fold a Paper Airplane”:
Build evidence of air. Pull the results of your blood test
from the mailbox. Fold in half: you have wings already.
Abnormal? Fold again. You can’t see the inner-workings
of an aircraft. And when you’re folding, you can’t study
much else. Book your tumor markers a flight to Bora Bora.
Vector, Victor. Clearance, Clarence. On any scrap of paper
write
carry
. Write
heavenward
I choose this over you
.
Replace
this
. With
flying
peregrination
. Or write
I can’t fear you another morning
. And fold.
Kristin Robertson
is a native of East Tennessee, and she graduated with a PhD in creative writing from Georgia State Universityin Atlanta. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in
Harvard Review
,
Indiana Review
TriQuarterly
Third Coast
, and
Verse Daily
, among other journals. Kristin lives outside Los Angeles and teaches at the University of California, Riverside.