Looking Back, SeptemberThis time of year the pooled light spilling. We were afraid. A world of turning to feed and be fed. Of saline hung in bags. Knowing now what I know, I would never. That last morning she did not move from the bed. At which time we carried her to the hospital. All that goes into preparing is not enough. She died while receiving an X-ray. Which later gave information. Which showed a tumor pressing on her lungs. What passes for knowledge. I still remember the body laid upstairs and entertaining a stranger in the kitchen. We put all that aside for. The fact is, I have shredded the records, erased all evidence of her passing. Do not claim you are sorry. I kept returning to the body to see if breath was lifting the ribcage, to find out if some mistake had been made. By which I mean the sun and how it broke into white slats on the floor. J.L. Conrad is the author of the full-length collection A Cartography of Birds (Louisiana State University Press) and the forthcoming chapbook NOT IF BUT WHEN, which won Salt Hill's third annual Dead Lake Chapbook Competition and will be published in 2016. Her poems have appeared in Pleiades, Jellyfish, Salamander, The Beloit Poetry Journal, Phantom Limb, H_NGM_N, The Laurel Review and Forklift, Ohio, among others. She lives in Madison, Wisconsin, where she is working toward her PhD in literary studies. |