MRB Chelko

N E C E S S A R Y B E

 

until it is pure I circle the small white body

of the cereal bowl with my sponge no time to sweep

 

the fallen leaves from my bedroom floor

egg sacks slicked to their veins

 

let’s talk about pain

my daughter screams when I groom her

 

brush her hair her teeth clip her nails she screams this is love

I explain this is love from me

MRB Chelko is the recipient of a Poetry Society of America Chapbook Fellowship for Manhattations (PSA, 2014). A recent John Ciardi Tuition Scholar at the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference, she teaches in the low residency MFA program of The New Hampshire Institute of Art and lives in New York City.
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