triskaphobia/ by Beth Gordon
"None of you will understand Sunday’s lesson: the father, son, & holy ghost."
triskaphobia/
by Beth Gordon
There was no place to sit. The kitchen was closed. A drunken hippie fell through the glass door & landed at your sober feet. I’ve called & called & called, but you don’t answer. Your phone on silent or lost or flattened beneath the broken back of the man who still hasn’t learned to craft his buzz at the age of 73. The average woman loses 3-5 inches of height in her lifetime due to osteoporosis: significantly more loss than the average man. The Mayo Clinic & Cleveland Clinic & Johns Hopkins agree this is due to smaller bones, menopause & women living longer which feels like the textbook definition of double-edged sword. To lessen the risk, reduce consumption of alcohol, cigarettes, any food that tastes better than kale, arugula, or wheat germ. You left the concert hall in search of some corner of the world that was quiet & solitary & smelled of fresh donuts on Saturday mornings at 3 am when you walked through the alleyway with your friends. None of you will understand Sunday’s lesson: the father, son, & holy ghost. You walk towards sugar: immortal, strong-boned, & hungry. 
So, so clever! This poem delivers well-wrought groups of three, a through line of life as a woman and a story-embedded list of truths. Well done, Beth Gordon!
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