12/1/2021 Poetry by Susan Vespoli kelly bell photography CC Little Queen of the Buck-Up The balloon was helium-filled, a jack-o-lantern smiling down from the ceiling of a Dollar Store, shimmery orange face in a sea of foil zeppelins. Molly’s legs dangled through holes of the metal cart I pushed, her chin up when she spotted it, pointed, please! and how could I not buy it for her? Little queen of the buck-up, the brush-it-off. Her visits with her mother ever rarer now. My daughter whom we’d picked up, who’d climbed in the backseat next to her carseat to snuggle, piggy-backed her into the store, then vacated into the aisles. The balloon was helium-filled, a jack-o-lantern. How could I not buy it for her? Little queen of the stiff upper lip, the dry eye, who watched her mom exit the car when we dropped her off, fingers clasping the ribbon. When in my yard, the string slipped; orb lifting into sky, going from moon-size, to pinprick, to gone, Molly cried and cried. Susan Vespoli writes from Phoenix, Arizona. Her work has been published in Rattle, Anti-Heroin Chic, Nasty Women Poets: An Unapologetic Anthology of Subversive Verse, Mom Egg Review, and others. Her full-length collection about addiction in her family, Blame It on the Serpent, will be published by Finishing Line Press in January 2022. All proceeds will be donated to addiction support and recovery organizations. https://susanvespoli.com/
Judith Terzi
12/7/2021 02:51:48 pm
Very cool poem, Susan!! Comments are closed.
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