#Poetry Wed: “Self-portrait with Hawk & Armada” by Emily Skaja

“Oh hawk after hawk over Indiana are you watching

me break up on bed after white bed sobbing doing all
the dishes except the one his mouth touched burying

my grief in the thaw-wet yard turning mud
into water miraculous What are you here to collect?

Permit me my report. Spring I can see is in full effect
allowing grassreedswildriverbirchfloodplains & even robins

are compelled by the way this broke the hell out of that’s ripped heart.
Slow. I’m taking it with Ecclesiastes. A time for a time for a time….”

-Read the rest of the poem at Black Warrior Review.