Hanna Karras

Hanna Karras is a writer and mother from Baltimore, Maryland. She has never been published and there is no great place to read her previous work. She will send it to you if you email her at hihannakarras@gmail.com.

Easy read of the poems in the images above:

Aftercare

CW: miscarriage, pregnancy termination

Overall, I feel fine.

Pleased, mainly, to have time

to make progress on getting

the pantry organized. I know

there’s cans of black beans to use

before they expire but 

we can order food tonight. 

I still have to unpack the rest of the bags

your aunt sent home, sort through clothing and

do you know where their bodies go?

I should move the winter coats from the hall closet. 

Next - the flower boxes, the part of the 

porch that’s rotten. Spring cleaning list is 

a mile long and the grass has only gotten longer. 

Are they incinerated? I wonder. 

Maybe dust now, or vapor? 

The cabinet shelves desperately need 

re-papering, the old sheets are so yellow that the 

flower pattern is nearly invisible, 

I noticed the other day when 

I put away table settings.

I sat up a bit, head limp and 

heaving on my neck, to ask what was happening.

(“lie back, lie back”)

I did talk to my sister the other morning, 

she and the kids are coming for dinner so

I’ll have to tidy the kitchen and clear room in

the freezer. Take the recycling out.

And when they’re moved from the table, are they held?

Was she ever held?

The lilac is so overgrown that it taps the

back door when the wind blows.

Are they alone, do you know?

Wherever they end up, are they alone?

Are they alone

Are they alone