KATIE EBBITT

FROM FECUND




And she

would say

that we

couldn’t say

weird

she told

us all

about

violent

words

and

the violence

that was

summoned

when they

were said

She praised us

for the right

words

the words

that were

very clear

and we

talked about

language

so that

it matters

to us

but also

made it hard

to think of anything

as true

everything was dialectic

a gray

so much gray

that the gray

became opaqueness

and we

occasionally

found ourselves

too tired

to remember

how to speak









We forget

our destructiveness,

Mother

for all the supposed life we have

the deaths we have created

account for far more grief

than we care to acknowledge

it’s a plea not to go back

to the unnatural bleeding out

us little ones

while not

a direct cause

certainly are

a part of

the death of the mother at the clinic

the death of the mother at home

the death of the mother in the car

the death of the mother in the bathroom

the death of the mother in bed

the death of the mother, premature

the death of the mother

the death of the mother

the death of the mother

it’s from a graveyard we can say

it was the death

of us, too

somewhat ironically

a cruel price

for a lack of choice

that could have been

as easy as

one down

if the option

were given

like

taking one for the team

to preserve the others

the others including the mother

it’s from the

graveyard this

irony exists

because

in death

we are

so permanently

undone

lack of choice

can take out

the entirety

of the organism


KATIE EBBITT is a poet and therapist. She is the author of Another Life (Counterpath Press, 2016), the chapbook Para Ana (Inpatient Press, 2019), and has contributed poetry to the anthology Rendering Unconscious (Trapart Books, 2019).