Chères oubliées

Renee Nicole Good vivait à Minneapolis avec sa compagne et son fils de 6 ans, dont le père était décédé deux ans en 2023.

Le 7 janvier 2025, elle a été assassinée de trois balles dans la tête par un agent de l’ICE, cette milice anti-immigration qui sème la terreur partout dans l’Amérique de Donald Trump. Pour le simple crime de s’être préoccupée du sort de ses voisins.

Cette femme exceptionnelle avait remporté en 2020 le prix de l’académie des poètes américains pour son poème « On Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs » que vous trouverez ci-dessous.

Puissions-nous ne jamais oublier son courage et souhaitons que justice lui soit rendue!

On Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs

i want back my rocking chairs,
solipsist sunsets,
& coastal jungle sounds that are tercets from cicadas and pentameter from the hairy legs of
cockroaches.
i’ve donated bibles to thrift stores
(mashed them in plastic trash bags with an acidic himalayan salt lamp—
the post-baptism bibles, the ones plucked from street corners from the meaty hands of zealots, the
dumbed-down, easy-to-read, parasitic kind):
remember more the slick rubber smell of high gloss biology textbook pictures; they burned the hairs
inside my nostrils,
& salt & ink that rubbed off on my palms.
under clippings of the moon at two forty five AM I study&repeat
ribosome
endoplasmic—
lactic acid
stamen
at the IHOP on the corner of powers and stetson hills—
i repeated & scribbled until it picked its way & stagnated somewhere i can’t point to anymore, maybe
my gut—
maybe there in-between my pancreas & large intestine is the piddly brook of my soul.

it’s the ruler by which i reduce all things now; hard-edged & splintering from knowledge that
used to sit, a cloth against fevered forehead.
can i let them both be? this fickle faith and this college science that heckles from the back of the
classroom
now i can’t believe—
that the bible and qur’an and bhagavad gita are sliding long hairs behind my ear like mom
used to & exhaling from their mouths “make room for wonder”—
all my understanding dribbles down the chin onto the chest & is summarized as:
life is merely
to ovum and sperm
and where those two meet
and how often and how well
and what dies there.