The Dottery
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The Dottery is a tale of dotters before they are born. In this series of prose poems you meet their would-be-mutters, the buoys they will know, their inner warden, and the mutterers who cannot have them. The Dottery itself is a sort-of pre-purgatory, a finishing school for the fetal feminine. The five sections correspond to the conceptual set-ups interrogated within. In "wound," The Dottery is described, as are its inhabitants and their difficulties. In "Dual," a gender binary is introduced and (hopefully) eviscerated. "Triage" establishes the issues that plague both the dotters and those who would bring them out into the world—specifically into the idea of America (I'm Erica and I can prefer a hummer to the rose parade"). In "Fear," failed dotters (out in the world) are described in obit fashion. Finally, in "Thief" one mutterer recounts how she stole her dotter ("a snatched piece") to become a mutter and chronicles both her desires and regrets.
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The Dottery - Kirsten Kaschock
1.
WOUND
Matter is merely a storeroom.
—Wassily Kandinsky
The first dottery was called Limbo.
Before the first dottery was shut down it had twenty million legs across the steppes. It was like a thaw. It meant itself too, almost exclusively. Before it was eliminated, consigned to the once-drawer, the curio-city, Limbo was overdant—so lush with the unspoken it pirouetted on its own face, on the rolling buttocks of its own hills. It was a plague of giraffes, chewing trees, preventing oxygen. Beatific. Before it was sent to your room, where it waits still, in ancient meditation on bedframe, the first dottery was a vibrant bully—out storking the streets and prairies for the godless, ready to swoop in like the end times and carry off our weakest.
Which leads me to my question for our current dottery: What are we to do with our weakest? Who will own them?
A bone spider wove it out of brick. The bricks came out her ass like silk constipation. The mortar, threads between. This was the original secretion. No one still knows where the dottery suspends. Each new dew and it is gone from yesterday’s span across the grass. The dottery houses women before they are conceived. The building teaches them waiting. The walls teach confinement. The inner warden teaches them how to occupy their small time with things that fit in hand. One-window teaches them the moon. The dotters learn it all so that it seems familiar when it is taught again or else they are bored abhorrent and so unlearn. Dotters know this: all things undone contain their enemies. Dotters are not dotters from anatomy, dotters are dotters from edits, diets, tides, the cakey residue of Desitin in folds of infinite orchid. They arrive in silk, flee down ropes of root.
The failure I began with was the failure to be brilliant.
Fables have a remarkable habit of transparency.
You’re no star—my sister has told me.
I see, I say. I, eye, sir.
I am much brighter (true-bling) than you are, unless you are reading this
my book of prosies (one potato, two potato)—
these unbirthdays all mine—and deriving
some proof.
WARNINGS: Some orphanages happen before birth—preconceptions herein are mobbish, little more than unruly tenets. Evict. Some orphanages are theaters with no stage to ovate toward, no postpartum afterproduction, no violent, satisfying striking of the set. Some orphanages are nail salons where patrons are taught, like children, manicures cancer. But manicures don’t.
Artery-red, the dottery is a brickbox warehoused near the next street over. Schoolroom-style, very like a church, it migrates every other day to its present location. It is a piggy-bank, and you can make a deposit through the mail slot. A pale pink embryo. Hers are left all the time. All the time develops hers into dottage—the substance of