What the Social Worker Says Vs What She Hears
Good morning – I’m the social worker appointed
to you. My name is James. How are you feeling today?
Are you eager do you want it
Can you tell me your name?
How can I fasten you to me
Do you have any family? Is there anyone I can contact?
You are a whisk broom
something I can use dry old
I’ll take you
You will do
I’ve brought some fresh blackberries from my
garden… I thought you might like some?
I’ll take pity on you give you
your longings, ship them into your many
I like to watch you want
I’m glad you like them. My wife is responsible…
I definitely do not have a green thumb!
We all mean harm
but later, and
or for sure
I understand you don’t or aren’t able to talk,
but I wonder, can you understand what I’m saying?
Wreckage is a breath away
You had better do the right / the wrong
thing—what I am / am not wanting—
I only want to discover a little bit more
about you, so I can help you.
The wheels that guide me
will trample you—
Elisabeth Blair is a poet and multidisciplinary creative. Her publications include a full-length collection, because God loves the wasp, forthcoming from Unsolicited Press (2022); two chapbooks, “without saying” (Ethel Press 2020) and “We He She/It” (Dancing Girl Press 2016); and poems published in a variety of journals, including Feminist Studies, cream city review, and Juked. Based in Vermont and Montréal, she leads poetry workshops and works as a freelance editor and manuscript consultant. www.elisabethblair.net