A River Sings | Sophia Falco | 10 23 22

Tiger for the Nth Time

Those twelve numbers got loose escaping
the clock glass like tigers from a cage, still
they are not timeless. A stuffed toy tiger
purchased at a grocery store sits on my bedside
table nameless matching my pink blanket
decorated in patterns of friendly tigers. 

In the realm of dreamland he, with black beady
eyes glazed over, could not put his paw up
to summon that tidal wave to stop mid-air
to retreat like his prey. I don’t pray, ashamed
I use my hands another way prior to drifting off
to sleep still woke up gasping for air.

As if I was drowning at the beach, my bed
not a lifeboat as tears escaped as I clutched
my blanket tighter as I proceeded to wet
the bed (still in my bright blue basketball shorts) 
but no tiger was chasing me even though 
she liked to use that analogy for my body.

The physiology of fight freeze or flee—
I told her I’d rather be a bird for a day 
to fly away from here yet still would be caged 
by my own mind no matter how many tigers
looking up I witnessed those clock numbers
replaced by twelve pictures of tigers.

—Submitted on 09/24/2022

Sophia Falco is the author of Farewell Clay Dove (UnCollected Press, 2021). Her poems have appeared in The Beautiful Space, Lighthouse Weekly, The Mindful Word and other journals. Falco graduated magna cum laude from UC Santa Cruz, and is pursuing an MFA in creative writing at Saint Mary’s College of California.

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Editor’s Note: The series title A River Sings is borrowed from “On the Pulse of Morning,” the poem read by Maya Angelou at the inauguration of Bill Clinton in 1993. 

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