Lent
In this season where sugar turns ash,
Mama and I rise before school
to buy fasnachts, buttery lumps
of potato flour, from the best bakery in town.
I wear chapstick to trap sugar on my lips,
to hide between my teeth this metaphor
for everything I’ll lose in Lent,
this promise: what I love can leave me.
I know no matter how many prayers I hurl
into heaven, I can’t take back the kiss seared
on Jesus’ brow, the bread of his bones.
I can’t save Mama from mourning,
and so, as always, her love will wither like a bulb
buried too close to winter, vanish as surely as hallelujahs
from our mouths. No praise now, because Lent
is the wrong season for joy.
I know better than to test her, but I do it
anyway, holler hallelujah when the sky spits snow,
wide flakes that’ll turn to rain that night.
She grinds her teeth and doesn’t speak to me
until dinner: Jesus, she prays, make us sorry
for our sins, offer us the grace to repent.
We sing hymns until long after bedtime—
let all mortal flesh keep silent,
ponder nothing earthly-minded—
and I’m almost sorry.
But the next day, soot-cross darkening my forehead,
I bless everything on the playground:
worms scooped from the sidewalk return alive
to the soaked earth, hallelujah,
only two girls murmur freak and point at me,
hallelujah, when a ball whistles from a boy’s hand
it misses me, hallelujah,
my teacher lets me stay inside for the rest of recess
and I fill the empty chalkboard, the tail
of each a like the tongue of a lily:
hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.
These blessings, not for me, not for them,
but for Mama: as if blessing something
is the same as fixing it.
As if enough forbidden praise
could
drag Jesus back before he leaves us,
leaves her alone and wanting
what I can never
give
her, some other love than mine.
Emily Rose Cole is the author of a chapbook, Love & a Loaded Gun, from Minerva Rising Press. She has received awards from Jabberwock Review, Philadelphia Stories, and the Academy of American Poets. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Best New Poets 2018, Carve, and River Styx, among others. She holds an MFA from Southern Illinois University Carbondale and is a PhD candidate in Poetry and Disability Studies at the University of Cincinnati.