Just what I need in plague season
by Nina Rubinstein AlonsoDead crow on my fender
parked here barely ten minutes
likely fell from that crab-apple’s wide
branches stretching across the sidewalk
scattering blossoms and a funeral bird
just what I need in plague season
first glance looks like clotted fabric
or rain-soaked flowers blown down by
sudden gusts but it’s an innocent
black bird on my rain-splattered car
dustpan slides this feathered soul
into a trash barrel while I shiver
inside my rain-soaked jacket
see other fear-masked soggy humans
mailing bills with nervous gloved hands
feel the vibration of pandemic fire
silent invisible messenger
threatening sickness and death
though gloomy discouraged lonely
I’m here for whatever
incomprehensible reasons
a cranky being walking
around sad-singing alive.
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Nina Rubinstein Alonso’s work appeared in U. Mass.
Review, The New Yorker, Ibbetson Street, MomEgg, Ploughshares, Sumac, Bagel
Bards, New Boston Review, WomenPoems, Muddy River Poetry Review, Wilderness
House Review, Constant Remembrance, Cambridge Artists Cooperative,
etc. Her stories, one a Pushcart
nominee, were published by Southern Women’s Review,
Tears and Laughter, Broadkill Review, Writing in a Woman’s Voice, etc. Her book This Body was published by
David Godine Press, her chapbook Riot Wake is upcoming from Červená Barva Press, and
another poetry collection, a story collection, and a novel are in
the works.
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