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