|Arsenic Lobster poetry journal||
Courtney Elizabeth Hitson
I collect mothers like paperdolls. Prop them
in fields of time—long-haired scarecrows pointing
to past and future.
I am a scavenger foraging pieces
of moms: Hoarding lunchtime napkin notes,
outlining lipstick smears, transcribing lullabies.
I nuzzle in the arms
of heavy coats, pretend a tether—
an umbilical knotted-infinity
into some warm body.
I try to revel in the freedom of being
rootless. Wait for rivers to widen
like lips, slide inside, swim
in the womb of the earth,
dissolve back to secret—a swirl
About Courtney Elizabeth Hitson