Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Poem During the Plague: Poem 25



It could be the fossil fuel of memory 
preying on you, escaping you, running 
on parallel tracks through a kitchen  
where you bend baking, as did 
your mother, her mother, and  
all the others down the line. 
The cupcake papers  
thin, shiny fibrous green flutes 
are from chemicals,  
and the batter, chemicals too,  
a mix from a box you could  
still find on the shelf  
in the market of emptiness. 

******Susan Tepper is the author of eight published books of fiction and poetry. Tepper’s honors and awards include eighteen Pushcart Nominations, a Pulitzer Prize Nomination for the novel “What May Have Been” (Cervena Barva Press), NPR’s Selected Shorts Series, Second Place Winner in Story/South Million Writers Award, Best Story of 17 Years of Vestal Review, Shortlisted 7th in the Zoetrope Novel Contest (2006), Best of the Net and more.

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