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CTD Robinson – 3 poems

LEG-SPEAK FROM THE GRAVE IN BUCKSPORT

            

What they don’t understand,

those tourists and gossips of lore—

if I were to persist—

I’d do it better than that

            

and despite what they say

I wouldn’t bother

my time with you,

Jonathan Buck, hero.

            

Also, if I haunted you,

wouldn’t I haunt the souls

that stood and watched too?

It doesn’t seem worth the effort.

            

But if it were me,

if I had made some sorry

etch of my leg appear

on your unfaltering grave,

            

would your bones wheeze

and winnow? Would some 

ancient flesh collect

tears from your eyes?

            

Or would your hollowed-out

lungs leach air in century-long

gasps as I laugh from the day

of my final sentence?

            

AFTER THE MISCARRIAGE

            

An invisible rope

casts a net

over the sparrow,

            

who, recently maimed,

learns to fly again.

The net—memory—

            

lands, tangles, then

frees the bird,

who, in and out

            

of the struggle,

attempts habitual

motions, never

            

knowing what

kind of moment

will follow—

            

daggered

fragments,

joy or sorrow.

            

WAKING

            

Stay there a moment, 

eyes closed, warm

under soft layers.

            

Maybe turn to the left, 

curl up like a C, hot breath 

through cold, dry sniffles.

            

The humidifier can 

only do so much. As

you lie there softly,

            

breaths deepen. You

roll to the right, hunger

rumbles. You dream 

            

of oatmeal with honey,

blueberries, coconut milk

too. Maybe a coffee and

            

some orange juice. But 

you’re warm and soft.

You stay there longer.

            

Your face finds shelter

amidst a nest of pillows:

cheek meets sheets in a cuddle.

            

Nowhere needed but this

warm puddle of blankets,

you stay—you need it too.

            

Eventually, you walk

to the window, roll

open the snow and sky.

            

They’re waiting there too:

stretched out, lying still—

waking in their time too.

            

CTD Robinson writes poetry, fiction, nonfiction and picture books. She obtained her MFA in creative writing from Lesley University in June, 2018, and anticipates earning her MA at the Bread Loaf School of English (Middlebury College) in August, 2023. Recent and forthcoming publications include poetry at Spillwords Press, Soul-Lit, Braided Way and Blue Lake Review, as well as nonfiction at Solstice Literary Magazine and Kripalu.org. https://twitter.com/CTDRobinson

By Heavenly Flower Publishing

Bindweed Magazine publishes two anthologies each year: Midsummer Madness and Winter Wonderland. Bindweed is run as a not for profit, labour of love endeavour by an author/poet couple: Leilanie Stewart and Joseph Robert. Bindweed can be found at https://bindweedmagazine.wordpress.com

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