This little poem reminds me of Tori Amos’ song, “Icicle.” If you’re not familiar with it, get thee to Spotify and give it a listen. In the meantime, enjoy reading!!
Dis/Possession
Everyone one has at least one vice.
If I wear a bonnet when I go alone
to Easter service, am I dating myself?
My mother said she was ready
to die when my sister found
someone to take care of her –
though Mom did not mean
the way you come
into my bed on the night
she died
over and over, alone
I take this vow to live
my life of little deaths.
Lisa Cheby holds an MFA in Poetry from Antioch University, is an MLIS candidate at San Jose State University, and is the poetry editor for Annotation Nation. Her poems and reviews have appeared in various journals including The Rumpus, The Citron Review…
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