Matt Mitchell

ELEGY FROM A CHICAGO BATHTUB

(featuring a borrowed line from David Berman’s poem “Serenade for a Wealthy Widow”)


there are paramedics 
in the belly 
of the lobby, carrying a body out 
​​                on a stretcher. 
 
​ the water in this bathtub reeks of bleach. 
​​                my eyes have turned copper like the loose pennies 
 
crawling out of my wallet on the linoleum. 
i am no good at survival.
 
​​​                                i’ve been in this bathtub so long 
​​​                                my skin 
​​​ is starting to redden & itch.
 
​​​​from her window-side bed, 
​​​                 ​while watching downtown bloat 
 
​​​​​ with ambulance lights, 
​​​​                                                 ​my mother calls my name 
 
​​​​                                  to see if 
​​​​                                  i’m still alive, 
​​​​                                  & i say yes, 
​​​​
​​​ like i am here & i am still here.

 


Matt Mitchell is a writer from Ohio. His work appears in, or is forthcoming to, places like The Boiler, NPR, The Shallow Ends, Okay DonkeyVagabond City Lit, and others.