POET OF THE WEEK
Anna Goren
Week of December 29
FAVORITE COMFORT FOOD My mom’s quajado – a Sephardic Jewish loaf of spinach, eggs, feta and parmesan cheese – and its pungent, earthy smell.
ON MY TABLE The Sunday paper, unread. I’m saving it for a rainy day.
MAKES ME SMILE Talking to someone you love as they are just waking.
on the edge
of a travel-sized toothpaste
she files her nails
and looks out on her home
crooked,
smiling
tonight
I’ll sleep on a mattress that bends against my spine
she will sleep on a stomach full
of bicycle parts
what do I know
about motherhood
fenders
cranks and
concrete
on the edge
of a travel-sized toothpaste
she files her nails
and looks out on her home
crooked,
smiling
tonight
I’ll sleep on a mattress that bends against my spine
she will sleep on a stomach full
of bicycle parts
what do I know
about motherhood
fenders
cranks and
concrete