Carla Schwartz
The best things come in threes: three weeks until surgery, three pies for the party, three tables, three pairs of crocs—one for indoors, one for out, one for when one of the others wears out. I haven’t been to many baseball games. I can’t imagine what a triple header would be like, but do imagine three scoops of ice cream in a bowl, except, the thing is I don’t eat ice cream, so how about three supreme court justices—you know the ones, all get hit by a car while crossing the street. That would be a triple header maybe this country could get behind. Not that they would die or be severely injured, but that they would be laid up just enough—jostled in the mind—so that they couldn’t weigh in on discussions of what should not be controversial cases, except for who is bringing them forth. Send them each their own occupational therapist, three of them, and make sure they practice yoga. Breathe deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. And maybe, just maybe, after three down-dogs, three up-dogs, and three minutes of shavasana, we might have three more social justices.
Carla Schwartz’s poems have appeared in her collections “Signs of Marriage,” “Mother, One More Thing,” and “Intimacy with the Wind.” Learn more at https://carlapoet.com, or on all social media @cb99videos. Recent/upcoming curations: Contemporary Haibun Online, Cider Press Review, Door is a Jar, Eunoia, Modern Haiku, New Verse Review, North Dakota Quarterly, One Art, Pan Haiku Review, Past Ten, and Rattle Magazine. Carla Schwartz received the 2023 New England Poetry Club E.E. Cummings Prize.
