Valhalla by Emily M. Goldsmith
Valhalla
Emily M. GoldsmithMy mother remembers teaching herself
how to draw stars on a foggy window
when she was five, fifty-five years ago.
Most of us look to the sky for release.My neighbor, at dinner, proposes that
we are but molecules. That perhaps our
universe exists as one fabric weaved
into a shirt and our beyond just wool.Many places are full of deity-obsessed
persons regardless of their unique terrains.
They want to praise something.
Should Earth become empty, dust is just dust.What would you do if you were left alone
in a museum? Would you take a nap?
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This poem appeared in Vagabond City Literary Journal, 2020.
ABOUT EMILY M. GOLDSMITH
Dr. Emily M Goldsmith (they/them) is a full time Instructor in English at Louisiana State University. Goldsmith received their Ph.D. in English from the University of Southern Mississippi. They are a poet and educator who is invested in equitable pedagogies and Culturally Responsive Teaching. Their research interests include the circum-caribbean, Victorian Gothic, Creole Studies, Caribbean Studies, Queer Studies, Disability Studies, and Louisiana Literature. (Source)
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