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Black Friday Letter to Mom
by Kamal E. Kimball

August 25, 2021 Contributed By: Kamal E. Kimball

Letter in Hands
Artwork by Will Ridenour

Morning bangs on the door 

like sadness or a man falling down

 

hungover halls. I wish 

I were a bastard, reared on jasmine 

 

and whistling in the bathroom, 

bright as Christmas satin. 

 

I’d rather lace, cold cream, 

wallpaper with lemons, high 

 

heels in the school’s hallway. 

You wiped my cheeks with your saliva.

 

I am terribly sorry to tell you I have so much

of him in me. Retching and lime rind,

 

liver bittered. I might drink the crown

off dad’s head yet. I can’t explain

 

how thirst works. How it doesn’t. 

Last week I fell and bruised 

 

both knees but if I don’t kneel or look 

in a mirror, I’m fine. This room is bare 

 

and borrowed, gray with a wailing 

train. In this minor light, all I see 

 

is winter on the branches.

 


KAMAL E. KIMBALL is a Pushcart-nominated poet currently living in central Ohio. On the editorial team for Muzzle Magazine, her work has been published in JuxtaProse, Juked, Rattle, Phoebe, Tahoma Literary Review, Hobart, Sundog Lit, Bone Parade, Kaaterskill Basin Literary Journal, Forklift Ohio, and elsewhere. She has served as a guest judge for Writers Digest and taught poetry classes at OSU, University of Cincinnati, Chase Public, and in a variety of community settings. 

She is a member of the Ohio Poetry Association and completed her MFA in Poetry at The Ohio State University in 2021. She works in Communications at a local food pantry and continues to teach English coursework at the college level. 

Contact her via e-mail at kekimba@gmail.com 
Follow her on Twitter @kamalkimball and on IG at kamal_e_kimball

Filed Under: Featured Content, Poetry Posted On: August 25, 2021

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