
poems by rachel kellum
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fed by the ash
have you noticed
when something burns down—
a city, a marriage, a math lesson, a minute—
some tiny green thing shoots up
fed by the ash
look for it
walking the usual route
finally
without a phone
every sandy step softens
like a sigh
closer to her feet
pinon trees like arms
of friends
reach to her
cool green hands
taken into hers
that mossy boulder a seat
even the dog sits still
faces west
to take in the tangerine dusk
whimpers
when it is time to go
crappy birthday to you
I started with happy
but Dorell commandeered
the song to crappy
lying in bed, singing
into my phone
to my sister
to her laughter
after our exhausted mother
passed out
and hit her forehead
on the vanity in the small bathroom
off the kitchen—
goose egg
bruised eye socket
no fracture, the doc said—
which is a slightly
better gift than
Al’s heart attack
last time
for Kimmi
three hands off haiku
snow falls on wet signs
penned in permanent marker
pumped high to car honks
block-head men shout trump
pickups roar, small prick proxies
spewing thick black smoke
litanies of loss
no chant or sign large enough
to scorn, mourn it all
a body after its own image
study my new legs and arms
onset of crepey spotted skin
my looming love of them
how I silence capitalism
my mother, 81, on love, life and death
we can have hope
that’s all we can have
and know the life we’ve lived
was a good one
I think we’ve all made the best
of what we’ve had together
I’m just grateful for what I’ve had
the most loving mother
and you children, my children
I wanted you to be where you are
that kind of life
that is you, isn’t it
when I think about Al
I’m five years older than he is
thinking I wish he had these five years
he’s such a good man
not like any man
the way he thinks and says things
the love I’ve had for him
is not like love I’ve had with anyone
I’m so grateful for him
I think he was sent to me
before the end of my life
that late call
I really think we were put together
by heavenly father
we have been so good for each other
I hate to say this
we don’t know
we live we die
we don’t know what the other side brings
if there’s anything at all
so there’s no use worrying about it now
it seems kinda impossible to me
that we end up together
but if it happens it will be a wonderful shock
if we could all just find out
about a week apart
that would be great
we could get together and have a big party
more than likely it’s not gonna be that way
but to hope for the best
we’ll be together again
I have Ravens
I have ravens who steal dull treasure,
line my nest with old concretions
I have ravens who stare you down,
make you drive around my carrion feast
I have ravens masked
as sad-eyed dogs, waiting for your palm
I have ravens full of rainbows,
nervous you will notice
I have ravens who sing love songs
to basil with tomatoes on back-up
I have ravens whose blood, snowmelt,
clears my stony mind