Welcome to “Poetry at The Arts Fuse.” A new poem, every Thursday.
Today is G day, my son says to me
the morning after another school shooting
he doesn’t yet know about. The alphabet countdown
has begun to mark the passage of time between
now and the final class when second graders stream
out the guarded door and into summer. We’re learning
about grapes, he says, and as I unknot his hair,
hands shaking, I picture the kids in a criss-cross
circle, eyes closed, each biting excitedly into
a succulent spherical berry before giving language
to the pop: Sweet and tart or like jelly. And there
will certainly be a child who thinks but maybe doesn’t
say, the shape of a bullet, the way his teacher will keep
her terror private, the way I hear in my head, G is for gun.
Alicia Rebecca Myers’s recent poem “Winter Solstice” was selected by Kaveh Akbar for inclusion in Best New Poets 2021, and she was a finalist for december’s 2022 Jeff Marks Memorial Poetry Prize. Her poems and essays have appeared in Creative Nonfiction, Gulf Coast, jubilat, Threadcount, FIELD, and The Rumpus. Her chapbook, My Seaborgium (Brain Mill Press), was winner of the inaugural Mineral Point Chapbook Series.
Note: Hey poets! We seek submissions of excellent poetry from across the length and breadth of contemporary poetics. See submission guidelines here. The arbiter of the feature is the magazine’s poetry editor, John Mulrooney.
— Arts Fuse editor Bill Marx