{"id":3548,"date":"2013-08-30T21:47:22","date_gmt":"2013-08-30T21:47:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fourwaybooks.com\/site\/?page_id=3548"},"modified":"2023-04-03T12:29:38","modified_gmt":"2023-04-03T16:29:38","slug":"the-yellow-transparents","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/fourwaybooks.com\/site\/the-yellow-transparents\/","title":{"rendered":"The Yellow Transparents"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>[column col=&#8221;1\/4&#8243;]<a href=\"http:\/\/fourwaybooks.com\/site\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/The-Yellow-Transparents-Cover.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-2969\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 700px;\" src=\"http:\/\/fourwaybooks.com\/site\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/The-Yellow-Transparents-Cover.jpg\" alt=\"The Yellow Transparents Cover\" width=\"131\" height=\"200\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding: 2px 6px 4px 6px; color: #555555; background-color: #eeeeee; border: #dddddd 2px solid;\">paper \u2022 97 pages \u2022 12.95<br \/>\nISBN-13:&nbsp;&nbsp;1-884800-13-0<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"stunning-text-button gdl-button-hover\" style=\"color: #efefef; background-color: #171717;\" href=\"https:\/\/cdcshoppingcart.uchicago.edu\/Cart2\/Chicagobook?ISBN=1884800130&amp;PRESS=fourway\" data-color=\" data-color-hover=\" data-bg=\"#d2d2d2\" data-bg-hover=\"#171717\">Add to Cart<\/a><\/p>\n<p>[\/column]<\/p>\n<h1><em>The Yellow Transparents<\/em><\/h1>\n<h2>Joan Aleshire<\/h2>\n<p>HEALING<\/p>\n<p><i>(In memory of Pepper Constable)<\/i><\/p>\n<p>If the tests come out wrong, if the cells<br \/>\nbegin to fail in their quiet weaving;<br \/>\nif the body that so lightly carries<br \/>\nthis life betrays me &#8212; some night<br \/>\nwhen the pines talk to one another,<br \/>\nwhen no moon would tell my secret, snow<br \/>\nwould fill my steps, I could go to that hill<br \/>\nso far beyond my neighbor&#8217;s it has no name.<br \/>\nWalking and waiting for numbness, I&#8217;d feel<br \/>\nthe blade of air I&#8217;d chosen for my chest.<br \/>\nAnd if winter were too far away, the water<br \/>\nI watched today could take me &#8212; swift<br \/>\nchurn of Otter Creek Falls, fanning out<br \/>\nsmooth, moving from shore. Entering<br \/>\nsuch depth, a body would be part<br \/>\nof a motion, alive in its last time.<\/p>\n<p>The doctor sensed the first tear<br \/>\nin his own tissue. The hand<br \/>\nwith scythe-neat nails began to belong<br \/>\nto someone rebellious, his feet<br \/>\nwere marble boats headed different ways,<br \/>\nhis tongue turned against the thoughts<br \/>\nthat tried to guide it. His country lost<br \/>\nits history &#8212; the childhood house<br \/>\nwith its wings and boxwood borders,<br \/>\nthe woman he noticed as she turned away.<br \/>\nHe dreamed of dusty arenas, every exit<br \/>\nbarred, a roar coming from the bull chute.<\/p>\n<p>Doctor, he knew there&#8217;d be no reversal;<br \/>\nno way to cut or soothe. The ocean was open<br \/>\nall the way to the skyline; generous and deep.<br \/>\nHow did he choose the time &#8212; after a day<br \/>\nof stumbling, or one so bright it tempted him<br \/>\nto stay? One night of no moon, he listened<br \/>\nto his wife breathing deep and even,<br \/>\nslipped back the broad cuff of sheet. Standing<br \/>\nhe let his night clothes fall like snakeskin,<br \/>\nrustling down. He stepped in the last future<br \/>\nhe could make &#8212; cold salt marking his ankles,<br \/>\nhis calves as he waded in. Thighs, balls,<br \/>\nbelly, chest. The tide began to love him<br \/>\nthen, its pulse pressing his nipples,<br \/>\nanswering his heart. He kept on,<br \/>\nletting in the water that would be his new air,<br \/>\nopening to the larger world, the failed body<br \/>\nlost to the final healing.<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"stunning-text-button gdl-button-hover\" style=\"color: #efefef; background-color: #171717;\" href=\"http:\/\/fourwaybooks.com\/site\/joanaleshire\/\" data-color=\"#ffffff\" data-color-hover=\"#efefef\" data-bg=\"#d2d2d2\" data-bg-hover=\"#171717\">About the Author<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[column col=&#8221;1\/4&#8243;] paper \u2022 97 pages \u2022 12.95 ISBN-13:&nbsp;&nbsp;1-884800-13-0 Add to Cart [\/column] The Yellow Transparents Joan Aleshire HEALING (In memory of Pepper Constable) If the tests come out wrong, if the cells begin to fail in their quiet weaving; if the body that so lightly carries this life betrays me &#8212; some night when [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-3548","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/fourwaybooks.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3548","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/fourwaybooks.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/fourwaybooks.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fourwaybooks.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fourwaybooks.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3548"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/fourwaybooks.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3548\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19215,"href":"https:\/\/fourwaybooks.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3548\/revisions\/19215"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/fourwaybooks.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3548"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}