Nourishment

Lisa Zaran

    The world, no longer
    at my feet
    but at my back
    with teeth
    the color of rust
    and I
    am supposed to remain
    happy.
     
    The day
    comes right on time
    every time, exact
    with forbidden reserve, 
    steadily frosting
    my afternoon sun with nonsensical
    gloom.
     
    In spite of it,
    I hold my head high,
    enter courtrooms, jail houses, rehabilitation
    centers and doctors offices 
    with an exasperated smile
    on my face, saying:  this is my son,
    he needs your help.

    Along the banks of any river,
    clutter.
    Along the corridors of any hospice,
    decay.
     
    Perhaps I am too inadequate.
    What kisses I've given,
    I've taken none in return.

    

Lisa Zaran - Lisa Zaran was born in 1969 in Los Angeles, California.She is an American poet, essayist and the author of six collections. Selections from her books have been translated to German, Bangla, Hindi, Arabic, Chinese, German, Dutch, Persian and Serbian. Lisa Zaran  in this issue... Tags: Thanal Online, web magazine dedicated for poetry and literature Lisa Zaran, Nourishment
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