When a letter arrives
with a foreign stamp,
my foster mother
orders me out
where snowflakes fall
like cinder ash.
Plunging backward
into a snowbank,
I become Phaethon
plummeting from the sky
and when I land, the trees
mourn, sagging sisters
burdened by grief.
I make wings with my arms.
My angel flies
above the smokestack
billowing black, while Mutti
burns her secrets.
Alice G. Waldert is a poet and creative nonfiction/fiction writer. Her work has appeared in Arc Poetry Magazine, Misfit Magazine, Prometheus Dreaming, Survivor Lit, and other journals, and she has work forthcoming in the Evening Street Review. In addition, she is working on her first poetry collection about surviving childhood traumas rooted in war. She holds an MFA from Manhattanville College.
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