i am my sister. I am my brother./ I am my brother’s sister,/ I am my mother’s keeper./I hold the secrets..
The family connections in Cynthia Atkins’ IN THE EVENT OF FULL DISCLOSURE are intimate, both entwining and empowering the rich experience these poems convey. “I’ve faked it and faked it well./ I hear our ancestors yelling / from the mental ward of hell,” declares Cynthia Atkins near the start of IN THE EVENT OF FULL DISCLOSURE, a book that explores what it means when mental illness becomes close as blood. Family offers both comfort and disquiet. In these elegant, beautifully observed poems, Atkins considers the burden of being a daughter, a sibling, a mother, and-most of all-a poet charged with making sense of ‘indecipherable lists, ‘ of wars domestic and national, and of the fact that all of us are ‘born in a trick of love. following is sample Poem from the book.
Liturgy by Cynthia Atkins
Because the trees grew
into paper for words to write
down what there are no words for.
Because it wants to size you up
and then compels you to confess.
Because it likes to breathe up
against you on the couch,
but will never commit to meals
or absolutes. Because it has no
understanding and no excuse,
and it dares the understudy
not to show up. Because you need
to get out of the weather, where
too many secrets are revealed
in the rain. Because it knows
you need to explain, even when
your hands are clean.
Because it told you
to spit out your gum
when a taxicab is running.
Because years have proven
that each death leads to song.
Because it knows the flowers
will be of no use-the words will dream
up the phlox. Because it will always
want and want to name what can’t be named.
Because it knows you say one thing
and mean another. It knows you know better.
It is the greed inside your prayer.
continue with review..