Sunday, 6 May 2018


Chromosomes: Y-axis, solving for x

by Betsy Mars


Another night like the one you left
hanging, silenced. 
Another midnight chorus of why why why
shallows my breath, 
resounds in my brain -
beating, beaten.

The dangling ex ex ex, uncrossed: 
for wives, for chromosomes,
for kisses
shared or not -

a knot around your neck,
a not for your future, a not for your son
a knot in my throat, a not for any answers, 
X'd out. Suspended
with no hope 
to know your whys ways. 


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Betsy Mars is a southern California poet who is in a perpetual battle with change – finally coming to some kind of a truce, and at times even love and acceptance. She is an educator, mother, animal lover, and over-excited traveler. Her poetry has been published in a number of places, both online and in print, most recently in Sheila-Na-Gig, The Ekphrastic Review, and Red Wolf Journal. Writing has given her a means to explore her preoccupation with mortality and her evolving sense of self.