wild swans
by sonja johanson

always, I’m a witch
or some similar word

whatever it takes to keep me
silent and sleeping with you

work in the textile mills
till my hands are ruined

blackface, so you can call
me other, throw me out

but walnut husks have
their own perfume

dreadlocks are in–
haven’t you heard?

and nettle soup is all the rage
with wild-foraging locavores

glass, iron, stone, it’s been
worn smooth, been mingled

today, I found eleven
white feathers by the ocean

tomorrow, I will give away
winter coats to the homeless

you can keep your piety, father
I left mine in the churchyard

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 17, Issue 4.

Sonja-JohansonSonja Johanson attended College of the Atlantic, in Bar Harbor, ME.  Sonja divides her time between work in Massachusetts and her home in the mountains of western Maine.

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