Author Sandra Kolankiewicz gasps at my novel Suitcase Charlie!
Sandra’s latest book of poems is The Way You Will Go. Also available at Amazon.
Here’s the title poem from that book:
The Way You Will Go
It will not begin with your heart
though your fingers may go numb.
One day you’ll know it’s time to trade
that philosophical surf board for benefits.
You’ll reluctantly roll your dreams
into your pocket, where you can keep
your hand on them all week long, especially
when you need courage. Soon you’ll begin
to meet other persons like you, forever
exchanging their right with their left, wearily
shifting one foot to the other in the grocery
store, the dentist’s waiting room, getting their
tires changed, similar strangers whose insides,
or the insides of their loved ones, have acquired
some strange price tag attached to a history
of autoimmune dysfunction, apoplectic
collapsing, perhaps facial tics accompanied by
obsessive nail picking. From now on, experience
is reduced to the actuarial projection
of the genetic proclivities of thin skin
and fragile bone, like a Curt Explanation
of the obvious outcome of a clogged artery,
a Frank Dismissal of the vagaries of night
sweats and coated tongues, a Direct
Warning about the consequences of
diabetes just in the moment before the Extreme
Cancer Tale is recounted—the details of which
only the few ever appreciate or understand!—
as if sickness were a language one learns
only in its country of origin!—
all uninsurable, unlike the vase my dear auntie
mailed me right before she unexpectedly
gave way, an extra $1.40, the green and white
label she and the man in the uniform signed
together in some modest post office in the
Adirondacks, a cricket chirping in the corner.