To Bear the Right
The picture postcard Goddess on my fridge
has eight, one for every day and then some
random crap will happen, the roof
spring a leak, a dictator stink
I’ll scream or just lie
there in bed, slow draining
blinking red. The dagger
of a parting, tender
box, pins down
stairs in my face,
no way to climb
any rung to pop -
corn stars are a flash
in the pan they fire
up the right
arms, enshrined kitsch in sync.
Copyright © 2025 by Sophia Naz. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 3, 2025, by the Academy of American Poets.