tōgarashi / omoikonasaji / mono no tane
I keep a chestnut
The last time my first husband and I made love
This is also a true story.
A Letter to My Ex Concerning Houseleeks
I retrieve the hens and chicks,
and press them to the dirt
and then leave them there
The last bladder is emptied,
The mother is alone.
Considering Their Pale Faces Fact: the manageable size of the baby paradise rose, with pinkish-lavender 1 - 1 1/2" blooms, offers a small garden big potential. Experiential: we planted a few along the border of the garden we created with the edge of a shovel outside the kitchen window, when we bought the family home. Fact: even miniature roses are susceptible to the same plagues as their larger cousins. Experiential: while you children toddled about, slipping happily in leaf rot, then swung on the tire swing, or later, hammered in the tree fort, I leaned toward the tiny leaves and scraped fat rose slugs into a tin can, or sometimes brazenly squashed them with a thumb nail. Fact: for years the paradise rose struggled, and eventually, I left your father.
Considering Their Pale Faces and other poems are © Erin Wilson
Erin Wilson has contributed poems to The Adirondack Review, San Pedro River Review, Split Rock Review, and Minola Review, with work forthcoming from The American Journal of Poetry, Juked and Kestrel. She lives and writes in a small town in northern Ontario, Canada.