Certainly, I admired before I met
you, a person who was doing what I
could not imagine, and not for yourself
but for others, the way animals
adopt lost souls of another species.
Afterwards, I just did not respond when
others talked, ignored them, learned to put you
into what today therapists call a
“compartment” for, though you were lost, we still
had to converse, see one another in
the day to day roiling and turmoil, no
use trying to pretend otherwise. I’ve
been a fry cook in the summer, saving
for college, so I know when something’s too
hot and whether or not the medium
is sour, some oils healthier than others,
current conversations all about how
to heal inflammation. Forget what you’re
thinking and consider your joints, the way
they swell in weather, how you suddenly
know they exist. If you give up moving
through that pain, you’ll never travel again.
Sandra Kolankiewicz’s poems have appeared in Prairie Schooner, Pudding, Free State Review, 8 Poems, and One. Turning Inside Out is available through Black Lawrence Press. The Way You Will Go and Lost in Transition can be found at Finishing Line Press.