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Chella Courington: a poem


My father built biceps working for US Steel

smelting iron in heat that humbled men.

Now I could break his arm

over my knee, brittle as kindling.

My father used to let me walk up his body

balancing my hands on his fingertips

till I flew from his shoulders. They began to sag

after my mother passed. Rising at night, no moon out,

she collapsed in the dark and never woke

as once my father fell when a clot in his head

tossed him down. He speaks of my mother

rubbing his back with eucalyptus oil and saves hair

from her brush, strands he wraps in kleenex.

At night with his whiskey, facing Jeopardy, my father

drifts off to Kargasok.

In the Russian mountains women live to be 105.

So do their men, eating dried cod with mushroom tea,

making love last forever.

This poem first appeared in the magazine Amaryllis and was edited by Stephen Daniels. Chella Courington is a writer and teacher whose poetry and fiction appear in numerous anthologies and journals including Spillway, Los Angeles Review and Lavender Review. Her novella, Adele and Tom: The Portrait of a Marriage, is available on Amazon. Originally from the Appalachian South, Courington lives in Santa Barbara, California.

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