Today's poem is by Natasha Kochicheril Moni
Cranberry Sauce Provides an Improper Dressing for the Modern Turkey
One day post-Thanksgiving my mother delivers a eulogy
for collapsed structures.The balcony splinters, turns away
from the bedroom, approaches the formalliving room below, while my father inside, waits
for his arteries to narrow.The study of hearts only instructs
so much. How to menda pumping mass, preserve
what will not keep.My mother wraps, unwraps
leftovers, addresses each dish with a doseof plastic sheathing. Days ago, a miniature balloon
inside my father bellowed. And I arrivedat the understanding that we wouldn't be taking this balloon
ride together, or one with hot air, a basketattached for human voyage. What constricts, dilates.
What empties, fills.
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Copyright © 2014 Natasha Kochicheril Moni All rights reserved
from The Cardiologist's Daughter
Two Sylvias Press
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