by Andy Powell
Andy Powell works as a school coordinator & teaching artist for DreamYard. His chapbook My Heart Is a Public Park is forthcoming in a chapbook hug with Mark Cugini’s chapbook from Big Lucks. He co-founded DreamYard’s Rad(ical) Poetry Consortium with Ellen Hagan.
Mom slides off the chairlift
and into the alpine, whispers heaven.
In the lodge she asks why I haven’t won yet.
Won what I don’t know. This hot chocolate
& good tired is lovely. Maybe something
to do with wanting to confirm
a place in Society & something to do
with wanting to be secure & fears of being knocked
back to charmander from charizard,
or back to baby bowser first boss,
at all stages of trying to move up in this country,
country of levels & King Boos, Shadow Queens,
upwardly mobile core, goods
for service, 30 year
fixed & its high cliffs, precarity
making us all feel fragile even when
we are made of gold. I try not to fight you
when you say the capitalist things
because I love you but because I love you
I will keep flustering & reminding you
I’ll intentionally miss the secret jump
off Rainbow Road to make sure I don’t end up
in a single spot on some lonely top.