Alison Lubar: 3 Poems

Foreshadowing

Did you feel it 

when you were losing me

[and I glided

like a wedding ring

down a drain, 

or like the wine already

thickened in last night’s glass, 

slips down the kitchen sink, 

or silk spilling out behind of a lingerie drawer 

[to disappear and undisturbed, free from your 

grasp, 

handprints, 

breathscent, 

everything]]

forever?

The Order of Things You Asked Me to Pack

I put your toothbrush 

in your only suitcase 

with socks and the good

pocket knife, each an injury:

bad mouth and feet, 

teeth and fingers rough 

and chewed to the cuticle

[I can't stand you touching me]

and I think of other attempts at caressing 

I'd prefer—

one of a real lion, with his jaw locked 

on mine. I'd disfigure in godless whispers, the holiness 

of my hands holding mane as supplication, throat open in bloodsong, 

the pleasure of a final hymn.


Each zipper tooth a prayer, closed and complete like a rosary.

Cleaning Out the Freezer

Everything you left is consumable— 

soup with garden beans labeled 

in black sharpie, the Belgian beer 

in the basement or cases of wine 

we collected. [How addicts think love, 

like life, as only consumable—

how easily I was seduced 

by food: two bottles of prosecco

and a Camembert at its prime, 

white asparagus and scallops, 

beurre blanc stops everything 

save animal brain and satiation, 

cows too sick on corn to know 

they're lining up for the pneumatic

gun and slice to the throat. I stumble 

into our bed for the same fate:

glazed eyes, and roll over to float 

out of my body once more.]

Chimichurri, lentil soup, tomato sauce, 

chicken bones for stock—it all moves 

to the sink to rot as I pretend I'll defrost

and eat it with the same love you used 

to prepare it, regarding [guarding] the future. 

After all, food and poison are 

mere molecules apart.


Alison Lubar teaches high school English by day and yoga by night. She currently lives in New Jersey (though she dreams of returning westward), with a bad dog and an overgrown garden. She is a queer womxn of color/other whose life work (aside from wordsmithing) has evolved into bringing mindfulness practices, and sometimes even poetry, to young people. Her work has been published by or appeared in SWWIM Every Day, trampset, The Esthetic Apostle, Lady Blue Literary Arts Journal, Cathexis Northwest Press, High Shelf, Gravitas, great weather for MEDIA, Toho, and Rowan University’s Glassworks. Follow her on Twitter @theoriginalison

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