AFTER THE THIRD SNOW DAY IN A ROW, I’M READY TO THROW THE TOWEL by Julia Kolchinsky

/ / Issue 31

 

into the fire       out the window 
at the cardinal   clinging           to the broken 
branch      limp            like a dislocated finger 
at my feet           slippered & sore            from keeping 
up        at my children  yes       their screaming                       
at my children their faces            needing       
always needing                        more   
pink paper & play                    more water          more 
food     different             from whatever I’ve made    more 
more mama        closer than sound lets on          mama 
from every room              echoes the house    & where 
is she               where? this me             named need
hiding under a sodden towel        ice thick 
soaks frost & bitten toes          thick the body 
they made of me            the towel        too wide to noose 
the towel too     heavy to throw           fire 
just embers now                barely a flash of red 
through ash     too weak to thaw          barely the cardinal       
picks at my mended bones       beak tender         
relentless             my children 
run feathered & flamed                 tongues stretched 
for falling shards              the sky lets herself throw 
relentless             the towel
isn’t big enough      to cover all of us
mama more more                       mama
my children’s need        relentless             
& when in flight              the attendants warn
put on your oxygen mask first     before 
assisting others     how to let the body 
listen                when my children 
inhale deep                              relentless 
my children      the only sky I know

 

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