What Might Kill My Mother

Honorable Mention – COUNTERCLOCK Emerging Writer’s Awards, Poetry

Michael Frazier

Sunkist orange soda      A spoon 

left in the sink overnight     Sweat 

stains     Country Sweet Chicken

relocating           across the street 

Fluorescent-eyed deer 

during her A.M. commute     Anatomy

& Physiology at community college     Debt 

with no diploma to show 

Rochester’s lake-effect snow     Black ice 

laid in the night     Three doubles 

back-to-back      Her nursing home 

residents     spitting

nigger girl     running 

their sored fingers 

through her permed hair     

Her knees    ankles   

sciatic nerve

retiring before she does    Men 

who mistake gudnite     for come over 

An empty nest     closing in 

like a grave     A dealer’s bullet 

engraved with her brother's name 

settling for her    The prophecy

you will save your family

returning at 2 A.M.    night

after night    The women 

who blow up her phone    who make her

everyone’s mother

they bring their sons     ask, can you do it? 

Again? How you raise 

two black boys 

on your own?        

Poet’s Statement

This poem started off as an exercise to deal with my anxiety regarding the inevitability of my mother’s death. So that my anxiety wouldn’t lord over me, I wrote a list of what could possibly kill her as a way to put my worries into perspective—shrink them.  I didn’t intend for this to be a poem I would share publicly, until my mother initiated a conversation about what to do if the other were to die. I felt uncomfortable discussing this, as if talking about it would hasten the future. But by sharing her fears so honestly, she created space for me to also be honest and share my poem. When I finished reading, she went silent—I thought I had hurt her. Then she laughed and started to thank God, as if I wasn’t present anymore. She then said that hearing all the obstacles she’s survived, reminded her how good He has been, and how strong she has been throughout her life. What I thought was taboo and unshareable, was regarded as encouragement and testimony. I was reminded to see God in all things, not just what’s easily palatable.

 
 
 

about the writer

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Michael Frazier is a poet and teacher based in Kanazawa, Japan. He received his BA from NYU, where he was the 2017 poet commencement speaker and a co-champion of CUPSI. He’s performed at Nuyorican Poets Café, Lincoln Center, and Gallatin Arts Festival, among other venues. A staff reader for The Adroit Journal and an alumnus of Callaloo, his poems appear in Construction, Visible Poetry Project, Day One, and elsewhere. He was most recently named runner-up for the Construction Lit Poetry Contest and a Brooklyn Poets Fellow. Ask him about his favorite anime and what Christ has done in his life.