Monique Erickson

Marriage Retrograde

Mercury Retrograde
Every wire crossed.
Husband on the rag
Little love lost.
The cold side of the bed
Interstellar cosmic frost.
The voices in my head:
am I the serpent you wed?

Pushed up against the wall.
Toddler daughter watches all.
Safety is a myth you make,
a crumbling nest of heartbreak.
Always heed the raven call.
He hates because he loves, is all.

Small Kindness

The nurses
offer socks,
a blanket,
tape to keep
the gown
shut.
Halfway
through the
radiologist takes
my mask and glasses,
tells me I remind him
of his sister. She’s
beautiful, he says,
patting my IV
free arm.

The machine
whirs to life,
issues commands:
Breathe
Don’t breathe.
Breathe.
Don’t swallow.
Chin up.
Chin down.
Eyes shut
against the
ultraviolet
light.

It’s a portal
another truth
teller.
I have
nothing
left to hide.

Monique Erickson is a poet, performer, and curator. As an impresario, she has hosted events at the Tibet House, the NeueHouse, and the Georgia Room. Her work has appeared in the NYT, the WSJ, and Live Mag! She is the publisher and editor of the exquisite Lonesome Magazine, which publishes art and poetry.