SUSAN MILCHMAN

I’ll Pray for You Means Too Many Things

Trees / like the grieving
Learn new languages
To mark the passage of time
To mouth a new meaning for longing
 
Learn a new language & bury your hands
Deep in the marrowbone of memory
To milk a new meaning for yearning
Harbor hope like a firefly trapped in a jar
 
Deep in the marrowbone of silence
Salvage the hunger encased in your bones
Harbor hope like a firefly trapped in a jar
Like a roadside field aglow with quiet crosses
 
Salvage the hunger encased in your bones
It regenerates into your ghost
Like a roadside field aglow with quiet crosses
Silence doesn’t have a half-life
 
It regenerates into your ghost
To mark the passage of time
Silence doesn’t have a half-life
It gives birth / to a forest of grief. 

Susan Milchman’s poetry has appeared in The Journal, SWWIM Every Day, Stirring, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Rust+Moth, Rogue Agent, Sweet Tree Review and elsewhere. She has poetry forthcoming in the anthology Haunted (to be published by Porkbelly Press, Summer 2022). Susan’s poetry has been nominated for Best of the Net and she is currently working on her first poetry collection. She lives in Minneapolis by way of Washington, D.C. and holds a degree in Journalism from the University of Maryland. Her published work can be found at susanmilchman.com