Hallway Open to Snow | Ilona Martonfi

I am five, ten, eight, and nine again

at eleven, I was free to choose
at nine, did I have a choice to miss my class

limb to limb, I stretch my lines
sketch a fishing line: hook and worm
catch a mole on my lip.

I am eleven, and nine passed my way
the many years I was five, I was six

wore Zöpfe —pigtails for the teacher
to molest my long, cotton child dress

skipped home to Grandmother Kisanyuka
on an Easter egg: green, red, and gold

purple, seamless, violet screams I let out
to the tall windows without curtains,

roofless hallway open to snow.

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Ilona Martonfi lives in Montreal, Canada. Author of two poetry books, Blue Poppy, (Coracle 2009.) Black Grass, (Broken Rules 2012). Forthcoming, The Snow Kimono (Inanna, 2015).

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