By: Molly Kirschner
Most women should lose weight, he said,
in Boston Market, over a large plate of brownies
he was the only one eating. I don’t know
about the other girls, but I didn’t say fuck you
because I didn’t know he was wrong. It made sense
that smaller people would have smaller problems,
not the kind of sadness that threatens to make itself
pregnant with you.
So I went home and told my roses they would look better as rulers.
I dumped them out and went to Staples,
bought a flower pot’s worth of rulers.
They sit politely on my windowsill.
Perfect identical erect rectangles. Well-mannered. Measured.
Need no water. You can come see them if you like,
gathering light to no purpose. Beautiful isn’t it?
Beauty is a shapeless dress of a word,
one I can’t afford.
About the Author: Molly Kirschner is a poet and playwright. Kirschner’s first book of poems, Hard Proof, was released in July of 2015 from Red Mountain Press. Her second collection, Notes For Further Research, is forthcoming from Fly By Night Press, a subsidiary of A Gathering of the Tribes. Kirschner’s poems have appeared in numerous journals, as well as in Italian translation. Her new play L’appel du Vide premiered this summer at Under St Marks Theater.