Danielle Chapman discusses this poem with our critic, Anthony Domestico, on the extended segment of The Commonweal Podcast.
I hear the refrigerator’s hum
turn over, the seltzer’s
while downstairs the girls direct
a play in which a scored balloon
named Lily Amulet is lain
in her bassinet against
the stratagems of her evil brother,
by an orchid—
yet no argument, nothing but
soft rips of giftwrap and unmasked
tape as they negotiate
the haying of Amulet’s
No crisis, accelerating
into victorious survival, clocked
arrivals at the hospital.
Just mistletoe and frankincense,
blue lights and candy canes blinking
red over a bannister,
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