Sheleen McElhinney
Tethered
Lately, it's been all parking garages and busted ticket machines
at Abington Memorial where I go once a week to have my veins
pumped with iron after I told the doctor my hair is falling
from my head like pine needles from a dead tree and I feel
like I’m running in a dream, which isn’t running at all but like
the physical version of a slowed down tape recorder on legs.
I’m lucky to be here for anemia and not something more serious
like the others I pass in the surgery center, slumped in a post
anesthetized haze, mouths puckered around the air as they look
with their lips for a kiss with a bendy straw and moan. Somewhere
inside them, a failed organ cut from the human meat puzzle
that is the body, its neighbors settling like an old house, sighing
good riddance. Who needs a spleen anyway? My time will come soon
enough, I think, my hand absent-mindedly smoothing the new silver
tinsel of my hair, my tongue burying its head inside the gaping hole
in my molar. Across from my iron throne sits my eighty-three
year old mother who’s come to keep me company. You look sad,
she says, fleshy skin tags hanging from her like a dress that keeps
getting marked down to clearance.
Visitor
I am the undercurrent
of a bruised lake, moving sluggish
against the joyful rush. I am an apology letter
caught in the snarls
of branches. I’m sorry for not knowing
how to love the world
even when
the fruit is lush,
even when
the sun
ribbons the sky like a tangerine rind.
Forgive me
my desires, my heavy cloak of longing, the envious
beast of me wanting whatever
it cannot have.
When I fly home again,
the grid of my own city blinking
like a circuit board beneath me
and remember when I used
to be fascinated by this
planet, enraptured in wonder— whatever
is missing
behind the door
I wearily walk through,
I will kneel to.
Sheleen McElhinney is a Bucks County, PA-based poet whose work has appeared or is forthcoming in Lily Poetry Review, Laurel Review, Slant, Bayou Magazine, Free State Review, and elsewhere. Her debut book, Every Little Vanishing, was the winner of the 2021 Write Bloody publishing book award.