We live life in debtHope of reliefgrants you courageto suffer Proust said thaton the backs of grumbling helphe didn’t know to name in prayers Angels maybe don’t come back once we recognize them Escape yet impermanent I vanish on lunch break into a home furnishing store into bedlinens into pillows I can’t afford No name for me except Woman By The Flannel Duvet Covers What is the divine right of the soul if not to disappear Slowly at first Like a dog no longer puppy How those kids loved her all summer Come December see her slink edge of yard a chain run thru brown grass Thin sound Ascending
Jess Feldman’s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Bennington Review, Radar Poetry, diode and Sixth Finch. Her manuscript “Call It a Premonition” was chosen by Zachary Schomburg as winner of the 2015 BOAAT Winter Chapbook Competition. In 2017, her poem “I survived the summer” was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Jess lives in Brooklyn, NY.