Every day was somebody’s birthday
But they didn’t know whose
So you wake up
Smelling like wood chips
Picking the straw from your sleeve
Another day
Another boiled potato
“Hear ye, hear ye”
AKA “look alive” and “eyes on me”
Imagine staring out the window
The sky the color of lima beans
I would have loved it
A whole life in the middle
Snow piling on the backs of sheep
Luciana Arbus-Scandiffio is currently a Wallace Stegner Fellow in poetry at Stanford University. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Bennington Review, Hopkins Review, Poetry Northwest, and Denver Quarterly. She has two lesbian moms and is originally from New Jersey.
Instagram: @luciana_____
