Best of The SILO
Sad Clown by Olive Couri ‘18
For the final segment of the Best of The SILO series for this year, we bring you Phoebe Jordan-Reilly’s poem “Sap People,” which explores the inner workings of forest secrecy. Jordan-Reilly is a current junior studying poetry. We’ve paired her poem with Olive Couri’s painting Sad Clown, a little dude on the search for much needed love and affection.
There’s a file on me made of bark,
oozing amber, full.
I get comfort from those who are still
in the woods
from the way they bite the hot bent
thighs of the birch, how they swell
and march for the pods in the brush.
Today I outlaw the pin.
I’ve seen ruptures
and sewers of gum.
If I don’t keep my legs crossed like this
blue locusts come spurting out.
The keys drop onto the table
while you burn my fur coat.
The white paste of my mouth
sticks onto yours, touching
the fur at your cuffs, ripping
the smut from your hairy throat.
Earlier I saw the paws bat the berries
bloated in your skin; I caught seed.
Believe me, I am waiting for the fluff,
the mess. I am never softer