The Poem I Am Trying to
Write
by Kara Knickerbocker
born on a napkin in Hathaway’s
Diner, baptized with black coffee,
it crawls slowly across
hotel paper on a cold Cincinnati morning,
then gathers strength on
a Greyhound bus, northbound for another city I’ve already forgotten.
It’s getting restless in
the window seat, looking out at cornfields stretching route 71.
And I’m carrying this
poem in my arms, cautiously like I would a newborn child
across white dotted
lines, moonless nights and into another state.
But the poem starts
crying and I’m trying to figure out what it needs
putting the pen to
hungry paper like a bottle and now it is screaming
a silenced white so I’m
suffocating it against my breast, in my zipped jacket.
I’m holding this poem
like my breath in folded prayer in a church pew next to my parents and I’m spoon
feeding it with all the words I know and don’t know.
Say something or shut
up! I want to scream at the
poem,
but it’s no use so I
swallow the poem whole until it kicks angrily against my belly
until I deliver it
again. This time the poem doesn’t crawl, or cry, but it blinks and it stands.
And it turns and walks
away from me.
* * * * *
Kara Knickerbocker is a poet and writer from
Pennsylvania and the author of The Shedding Before the Swell (Dancing
Girl Press, 2018) and Next to Everything that is Breakable (Finishing
Line Press, 2017). Her most recent poetry and essays have been
published or are forthcoming in print and online publications including: Cabildo
Quarterly, The Laurel Review, and the anthology Voices
from the Attic Vol XXII. She lives in Pittsburgh where she
works at Carnegie Mellon University, writes with the Madwomen in the Attic at
Carlow University, and co-curates the MadFridays Reading Series.
It walked away from you right into our arms!
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