M.J. Golias has a BFA from Emerson College (Boston, Massachusetts) and an MFA in poetry from the University of Memphis, Tennessee. After graduate school, she moved to New York City. Recent work has appeared, or is forthcoming in journals, including The Aurorean, Colere, Rhythm, Fiddlehead, The Fieldstone Review, and in an anthology, Pomegranate Seeds: An Anthology of Greek-American Poetry.
A Stone’s Throw
I turn over Nerves I didn’t tell him
to you. can’t handle this.
I turn spicy Gumbo I didn’t
over Sheraton-Nashville style. tell him this.
to you. Swig that Jamaican rum I
I silver flask didn’t
turn in the back tell
over seat of the car him
to you. Memphis-style. this.
I Hold out your hand I
turn take komboloi—bred didn’t worry beads
over to southern man tell
you. with Greek him this.
I turn “Finger these I didn’t
over ease nevra tell
to you. ease stenohoreea.” him this. extreme
I turn Crumbles I didn’t tell difficulty
over to you. stringed beads him this. lack of space
I turn over like a crumpled I didn’t no English
to letter— tell word
you. perfect-penmanship, him this. for exact
I turn over to you. unsent. I didn’t tell him this. translation
I “They’re not I When Greeks
turn over kids’ marbles— didn’t leave
finger with one hand tell
to you. let the other him a miserable
I turn free.” this. situation
over to you. Better yet I didn’t they throw
I turn grind tell him rocks over
over then toss this. their shoulders
to you. over I didn’t tell so that they
I turn over to you. your shoulder. him this. never return.