Issue 35,  Poetry

crabapple tree

By Sera Gamble

photo by Huie Dinwiddie on Pexels

 

I.

he makes a fist.

my world splits:

the truth / the thing

   that makes it stop.

lying is easy

as slipping

into a silk coat.

but we become

what we practice.

who was he before

his father? maybe gentle

as a rabbit. in my imagination

he even smiles. his hands

plant flowers.

this isn’t a story.

it’s a circle. a machine

slowly eroding itself

forever. this time

I hide

in the closet.

next week

I’ll scream

in his face.

later tonight

he’ll forgive me.

my apologies so silken

I become a poet.

II.

sometimes I have the same dream

every night for a week: it’s spring

and we sit together

under the crabapple trees.

the birds are singing

hebrew lessons.

he’s brought

chocolate eggs.

they are poison.

he eats his

so I eat mine.

eat faster,

he says.

if I don’t

do this to you

what they will do

is worse.


Sera Gamble's poetry has appeared in Washington Square and Suitcase. She also writes fiction, essays, film and television; most recently, she co-created the TV series You and The Magicians. Sera is a first-generation American living in Los Angeles with her husband and dog.