Baby blue blanket: hospital issue,its loose weave, blend of fabrics, a guarded formula
designed to regulate temperature:
Granddad’s replacement hypothalamus.
It swaddles his wasted shoulders,
empty folds of skin, unsteady heart.
Years later, in my own convalescence,
I learn the map of its folds,
the one frayed corner,
the way it soaks up plasma, pus,
and swallows the stains.
I mummify my legs in its cool release,
attempt school in wheelchair
with open wounds on soles of feet.
I pin ‘helper’ badges, ironically, to friends
who race me down hallways,
crash me into corners.
One leaves me in a disabled parking space
at the school gates
–a great joke till parents arrive
and I pretend I don’t see them thinking:
what is she hiding? Is it catching?
Joanna can’t seem to stop writing about trauma. Its aftereffects, its moments of lightness and poignancy are the subject of her MA nonfiction manuscript and of her poetry. Her work is featured in Irisi, Amaryllis, Clear Poetry, DNA, Glove, Eye Flash, The Ham Free Press, Flash and Cinder, and Riggwelter magazines. She is also the social media editor for Tears in the Fence.