days i can’t carry by anna meister

Road trips are a good way to test
compatibility. I know I love him
because he doesn’t irritate me all that much
even when I’ve only eaten trail mix,
my legs folded asleep through Ohio
for another six hours & he won’t stop
playing metal albums that make me
feel underwater. I know
how it feels to be underwater.
Know the salt stings. Water is important
due to the way I was born,
when. I want a child with him
sooner than popular to admit. Still,
there are days I can’t carry
anything on my hip.

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about the author:

Anna Meister is an MFA candidate in Poetry at NYU. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in Word Riot, BOAAT, Noble / Gas Qtrly, & Potluck Mag. Anna was a finalist for the 2014 Button Poetry Prize. She edits poems for Mount Island Magazine, works with kindergarteners, & lives in Brooklyn.