Elizabeth A.I. Powell

Baby in the microwave. Baby off the terrace. Baby stolen by terrorists. How many babies have I run over in the last twenty minutes. Baby in the microwave. Baby off the terrace. I have been knocked up and knocked out. I am too young to know what to do. My new husband, old enough to be my father, a man who clearly doesn't like me, doesn't talk. I speak the language of baby monitor. Everything is organic, not tested on animals because we are in Vermont. Sing! Sing: Home on the Range! War blares on the T.V. just in time for dinner. Joy of Cooking casserole. Silver Palate cookbook salad. Vermont town tap water tastes like the apocalypse. My mouth has a chunk of electricity stuck in the back of it. I hear the end of the world in the baby monitor. I dream the lottery numbers and wake to forget them. I want to be rocked. I rock the baby. As long as I watch Wheel of Fortune the world remains calm. I cross my fingers and wear a cross. Baby in the microwave. Baby off the terrace. Baby stolen by terrorists. Baby made into Ice Cream by Ben and Jerry. When will you be home from the office? I ask in English, translated from Baby Monitor to my new husband who doesn't like me. The question means I am scared to be myself with the baby and the Baby Monitor. I have been knock up and knocked down. Everything is organic and gluten free and not tested on animals because it is Vermont. Prozac is new. I won't touch it. Where has Wheel of Fortune gone? The spinning wheel of chance? I will be okay. Maybe. Baby on the roof of the train station. Maybe. Okay. Baby. A war in the desert blares on the T.V. just in time for dinner. Sing!

from the journal PLEIADES
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This poem is part of a series of prose poems called 'Rituals and Spells' that are part of my new manuscript, 'Into the Mistake.' The others are forthcoming in the 'Seneca Review.' The poems tell the story over time about how OCD emerges. The poems in the series are what Frost called 'a stay against confusion' in the face of the darkness of terror. This poem, along with the others in the series, tries to find agency by casting poems as spells, as magic. 

Elizabeth A.I. Powell on "Rituals and Spells so Nothing Heinous Happens: Double Check the Baby Monitor (or Postpartum OCD and Me)"
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