Issue 2: embodied
After Dinner at the house of discord
Susan zimmerman
Her hand
a stop sign
We won’t solve this tonight
said my mother.
She often did—lightly as if
joking—when voices rose.
He startled, my new husband, brainiac
philosopher, argument lover. Pinched
between them
I said nothing.
If only I’d taken that hand
left the house
danced her
down
the street!
Anniversary
Susan Zimmerman
The face of the moon is eaten away,
pale in the azure sky.
Late afternoon, not yet dusk.
This would have been fifty years
with one man, hollow-cheeked,
wild-haired.
And now the moon
follows me with its ravaged face.
Susan Zimmerman’s chapbook, Nothing is Lost, was published by Caitlin Press in 1980. Her poems have more recently appeared or are forthcoming in literary journals such as Prairie Fire, Gyroscope Review, The Maynard, and SWWIM Every Day. A poem of hers is also included in the new anthology The Path to Kindness: Poems of Connection and Joy, edited by James Crews.