Published January 15th, 2024
by Mia Contessa
My sweater on a hanger
I wake up on a window sill bed
I don't remember getting there
I would wake up alone in the twin bedroom
Stare at the shadows cast by her open window
I would eat the meals she didn't
diet on leftovers
I craved more
I was barely my mother's daughter
Although I'd take her brother's wife's hand
Or follow behind her mother's sister
I would make spiral ring notebooks
Give the leftovers to her
I cried a lot
and then a lot less
never where I was supposed to be
I was never when I wanted to be
The hospital was cold but you forgot my sweater
The hallways were confusing and she forgot me in them
she left me in those halls
why the fuck would she leave me in the hospital alone
without a sweater
I told you the hallways were cold
About the Poet
Mia Contessa resides in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
Read the poet's biography on Mia Contessa's Artist Page.
This poem is included in Poetry World #8,
published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Toronto Poetry Magazine:
The Crawl to Spring
by Emma Watson
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