Excavate: Christine Coates

  I’m looking in the world for words today—    ‘dimpled’, ‘dashed’ and ‘danger’;I’m looking for words as tough as rock—    ‘marriage’, ‘tattoo’ and ‘mother’. My skin sloughs DNA shreds like cotton—     words like ‘sorry’ and ‘repentance’, but I want my words more rough and ready—     ‘quartz’, and ‘crack’ and ‘crevice’. I’ve replaced myself several times—      longing for words like ‘tender’ and […]