Of aching knots

Rachel Brooks

Trumbull, CT

Christian Heritage School

Poetry

Brezel, my mother says, is German for pretzel,

but it isn’t enough to pinch dough into knots.


The rite’s rigid, divinely mathematical,

so she rolls each body of flour and sugar,


water and yeast, twisting till the two ends touch.

Taste, she pleads. Her voice a rising cadence, a


punctured syllable. My teeth whittle the salt into bits,

grains of bitter earth lingering on lips. I throat


for the swell of sustenance, pry into cookbooks

the size of hymnals. In the kitchen—


pot boils, while I sit cross-legged and mother kneads

with calloused palms, dropping each shape


into the steam. How I wait for the vapors to condense,

form a ghost, my thoughts to settle like precipitate


and myth. I search for old tales sighing, find legend

between loops. Remember monks in northern Italy,


twisting strips of bread as rewards for their pupils’

holy efforts—kneeling, chanting hymns, slivered


tongues reciting scriptures. If you flip a pretzel

verkehrt herum, meaning upside down, it resembles


arms crossed in prayer. Now I picture that knot

in my stomach: calcified. This mouth has not tasted


brezel since I was nine and no wiry nymph of willow

limbs, free from the plagues haunting my thinning


wrists, sifting the rifts of my clavicles. My ribs

protruding each dust-filled breath. I've forgotten


that hour where my body didn’t scorn me for

eating wheat's bounty. I want absolution. To taste


blessing and bread as one. The pain’s sharp,

hollowing out my organ. Jagged. Like a knife slicing


fish belly to the bone. For now, I’ll fold my own arms.

What else am I to do but pray?

EDITORIAL PRAISE

An impressive poem about pain, born of hunger and culture. Everything about it urged me to feel.

Rachel Brooks is a senior at Christian Heritage School in Trumbull, Connecticut. She is a 2020 National Student Poets Program Semi-Finalist. Her work has been recognized by Smith College, the National Scholastic Art and Writing Awards, the Hippocrates Prize for Poetry and Medicine, and the Poetry Society of the UK. She writes because of language’s ability to capture raw emotion and experience by merging unexpected sound, tempo, and lyric.

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