Gabrielle Bates

@gabriellebates.bsky.social

author of Judas Goat (Tin House, 2023) ♥️ originally from Bham, AL // now in Seattle // cohost of the podcast The Poet Salon

trying to force myself to share at least the occasional poem, now that I'm throwing new work against the walls. this one was published in Southern Indiana Review 🖤 I wrote it in a time when I had not really slept for many months and was going insane.

GABRIELLE BATES
New Baroque Derangement
I was conceived in a restless biome, a riot of wisteria.
Unguarded. Bitch of blue.
A woman pushed her tongue into my mouth and it was good weather.
There were spirals, spirals at the heart as pure lasso—ice pure loss skipping liquid, straight to air I could and couldn't bare because I was and wasn't.
Combing a lone shore there under the moonlit backwash of receding waves, all that grit in my gums and oceanscape's
overlappings, I am telling you in that fading cyanic
I saw your faces. In the sands. I saw.
Every person I might have been or birthed
I could not reach but I could see.
A consciousness I'd once called mine clambering into a swan boat.
And high above, and far around, the rope of air caught music's meat. I saw what seeing used to mean.

Wrote a poem from the perspective of an ice swan melting & McNeese Review was kind to publish it. I thought this might be one of those odd personal experiments no one would want, with a pulse only I could feel—glad to be wrong 🤍

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Happy birthday to my first book, Judas Goat 🎀 She pairs well with Kristeva’s Powers of Horror, the oeuvre of Brigit Pegeen Kelly, growing up religious, death thoughts, tenderness despite, the long horizontal pupils of prey animals, and holding on close to your dog.

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