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The Poems

Chanel Brenner: What We Poets Do

By Chanel Brenner on April 18, 2013 inPoetry

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Winner of the national “Words For Riley Poetry Contest,” Chanel Brenner is the author of “The Christmas Boy Will Not Disappear,” a collection of poems about the death of her six-year-old son. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and their four-year-old son.

*****

July 28TH, 2012

It’s Riley’s second birthday,
without us.
He would have been
eight.
Instead of dead.
Instead of chalk dust.
Instead of oysterless chips of pearls.
Instead of a giant,
insatiable pit.
Instead of a collage of photos
and cutout red crayoned hearts.
Instead of our tears.
Instead of a vanilla birthday cake
bejeweled with his name.
Instead of a ghost,
haunted by us.
Instead of frozen
at six and a half.
Instead of this fucking poem.

Mending detail

What Would Wislawa Szymborska Do?

Un-burn his flesh, chips of bone
and teeth, powdery ashes
like seeds in soil birth anew.

Reclaim his heart,
his kidneys, his liver.
Kindly return the recipients their own.

Cross a line through the words,
He died.

Re-classify an Arteriovenous Malformation,
a work of fiction.

Place him back in his bed, safely tucked,
to awaken after a dream-filled slumber.

Create something out of nothing.

Life out of loss.

Isn’t that what we poets do?

Mending detail

God as a Waiter

A friend tells me
I need to ask God
for a baby.
“He will give you
one, if you ask.”

She tells me this
like we are in a café,
talking about
a bowl of soup.

Place the order.
Thou shall receive.

I picture God
up there,
the waiter of all waiters,
taking our orders,
ringing the bell,
serving up the soup du jour.

The last thing I ordered
from Him,
I never received.
He stood at my table
in His white button down shirt,
black pants,
little white apron,
pulled out his order pad
and while clicking
His pen, said,
“sorry, but what you ordered
has been 86’d… we’re all out of
The Saving a Dying Child today.”

I nod yes.
Tell my friend
I will ask God
for a baby.

Then she says,
“Oh, by the way, you have to believe.”

Mending detail

Mothering a Dead Child

I can’t stop writing poems
about my dead son.
I am worried
I won’t be able to stop.
I am afraid
I am trapping his spirit.
I like to think
I am keeping him alive.
It is unknowable.
It is my first time
and there are no
classes to take
or books to read
about how to mother
a dead child.
What if I am
an overprotective parent,
boarding up the windows
of his bedroom,
locking the door,
hiding the key,
keeping him all for myself,
torturing him
with my poems?
How will I know?
Who will tell me?
How will I stop?

Mending detail

Knowing

My husband asks me during dinner, would I do it all again?
Would I say “yes” and marry him? Knowing what I know now.
Knowing Riley would die. Knowing it would lead to this pain.
Knowing, would I still choose this life?
Knowing. What a strange word.
I give the question the time it deserves, an honest pause,
look down at my Loup de Mer,
take a sip of Prosecco,
before telling the man facing me,
this time seated instead of on bended knee,
“Yes, I choose you, this life… even the pain.”

“You must be a masochist,” he says.
We are proud to premiere ‘What Would Wislawa Szymborska Do?,’God as a Waiter,’ ‘Mothering a Dead Child,’ and “Knowing’ in Cultural Weekly. ‘July 28TH, 2012’ was first published in The Write Place at the Write Time.

Interstitial images are details from “Mending,” new work by fiber artist Lori Zimmerman.

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Chanel Brenner is the author of Vanilla Milk: a memoir told in poems, (Silver Birch Press, 2014).  Her poems have appeared in Poet Lore, Rattle, Diverse Voices Quarterly, Vine Leaves, KYSO Flash, West Trestle Review and others. Her poem, “What Would Wislawa Szymborska Do?” was displayed at the James Whitcomb Riley Museum in Indianapolis, Indiana; and her poem, “July 28th, 2012” won first prize in The Write Place At the Write Time’s contest, judged by Ellen Bass. She was a finalist in The 2013 Rattle Poetry Prize for “A Poem for Women Who Don’t Want Children.” In 2014, she was nominated for a Best of the Net award and a Pushcart Prize.

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  • Sandra Blazynski

    I am moved – to a place of stillness.
    Thank you for these beautiful poems.

  • Joe Kennedy

    Poetry written from the depths of the soul were always what it was all about. Thank you, Chanel.

  • ursula

    Oh beautiful Chanel.. the pain is unfathomable_you poetry is extraordinary. x

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