Susan Comninos
Bequeathal
If legacy means long arms —
my grandfather’s smile
stitched to the gap
in my teeth, then
when I die, make
me a golem
from a palmful
of dirt and torn
pocket of time, with arms
long enough to reach
you, to play
with the fringes at your waist.
Susan Comninos’s poetry has recently appeared in the Harvard Review Online, Rattle, The Common, Prairie Schooner, and North American Review. It’s forthcoming later this winter in Juked. Her debut book manuscript, Out of Nowhere, has been named a finalist for Conduit Books’ Marystina Santiestevan First Book Prize. She’s taught creative and critical writing at Siena College, The College of St. Rose, and SUNY Albany, among others. She lives in upstate New York.
