Name a New Year's Day that was anything
more than prosaic, I ask myself,
untethered ~ bloated and waiting to bleed,
like a nasty papercut wrapped in a
water-proof Band-Aid. I turn the calendar
prematurely, smelling of Bacitracin
and stifling champagne burps.
//
Per annum, aspirations are flattened by
the expectation of renewal, a cliche:
shared toothbrushes and artless hangovers,
crossword puzzles and the abortion pill.
Let's celebrate in earnest, dearest,
and trace each other's veins.
Let's not bear the weight of milestones.
//
Confetti's charm is dashed by gravity, its temporary
mystique heralds a humdrum clean-up -
just like the holiday's clement yearning
gives way to rot in the woods and
dying fires, ribbons knotted around our throats.
With glasses raised in farewell, we pretend
that we haven't been here before. Muscle memory.
//
The clock strikes midnight to appease
our narrow celebration, parted lips
leave just enough room for liminality - the magic
of indecisive dreaming. If we can't deny time,
we attempt to train it like a dog. You and I
cradle it between our palms. Pressure points.
New Year's is for celebrating the multiverse.
//
10!) a lover moves between my legs,
smiling into the flickering warmth
9!) circling a nondescript house, my shoes
scuff concrete mites turned eraser shavings
8!) I give birth to an infant - en caul -
while a dinner party carries on next door
7!) leafless branches sprout from beneath my nail beds,
to comb my mother’s hair at dusk
6!) I pick mottled apples from the ground
to string them from the trees like rotting planets
5!) upside down in a murky lake, my fearless hand
reaches to capture snail shells - invasive species
4!) knee-deep in Superman ice cream, a girl-child
feeling for missing teeth with purple tongue.
3!) a dancer with rooted legs and a weak handshake,
sewing my shoes in theatre wings.
2!) I'm a woman waving at the leaves and I'm the leaves waving back.
1!) with a rookie chef's shaking hands, I prepare to pierce
the back of a lobster. Two red claws move to cover its eyes
(until it's over). I cover mine too (until it's over).
About the Creator
Erin Shea
New Englander
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Living with Lupus and POTS
Instagram: @somebookishrambles
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Very emotionally moving.
Just another day attached to & making for a long weekend. I didn't go to bed until 12:30 a.m. but I didn't watch any of the countdowns or ball drops. I was too busy trying to catch up on notifications, lol. But I enjoyed your countdown thoroughly.
This was so beautifully penned! Wonderful poem!
Oooo, I especially loved the countdown! This was very creative!