“Science” in Palette Poetry
Science
By Susie Meserve
Let It, she’d penned on her East Hall
office wall, glassless, framed in gilt.
What does it mean? I ventured.
Not to take discomfort as a sign to stop…
“Almost 10 Questions for Susie Meserve”
Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.
Fourth grade, a poem called “Breeze.” Everyone around me was in agony over the assignment—we had to write acrostics about some kind of weather, then illustrate them—but I finished mine in record time. I thought, what’s so hard about writing poetry? Little did I know.
“The Stranger Who Got Me Pregnant”
January 2022
This was a mistake, I told myself.
I’d been ritually repeating that phrase for the eight weeks I’d been pregnant, as the morning sickness became increasingly unbearable. Did cancer patients feel like this, I wondered, as though their bodies had been hijacked by malignant cells? Immediately ashamed of the thought, I still couldn’t escape the feeling that I’d been invaded by a 1.23 cm thing with two arm buds and a pumping heart. The yolk sac I saw on the first ultrasound, attached to a roundish nub the doctor said was the baby’s head, looked like a halo.
“Lazarus”
“Lazarus”
SWWIM Everyday, March 1, 2023
When I joked we’ll name him Lazarus
I meant perhaps he was a miracle,
how he stopped growing
and started again…
“Refloating” in The San Franciscan
About Me
I'm working from the premise that motherhood is not just all diapers, tantrums, and setting limits. It's interesting. Okay, sometimes. My new poetry collection is out from Blue Light Press!
