o loneliness in the throat like water
 
that won’t go down, how I choked
 
when I sat alone with the matches, how
 
that terror began to shift a soft white
 
the color of smoke when the pope is finally
 
chosen o pope in your jeweled gown I felt
 
the room shiver I imagined the dark eyes
 
of my forebears like an asterism that had
 
swallowed me as I lit the menorah alone
 
in the dark house the hours trembling with
 
desire for someone to fill the space with
 
their hands guiding the flicker to flame
 
o paraffin you taste of December nights alone
 
in the cold house with rafters tall as a church
Meghan Sterling’s work is published or forthcoming in The Los Angeles Review, The Colorado Review, Rhino Poetry, Meridian, Hunger Mountain, and many others. Self-Portrait with Ghosts of the Diaspora (Harbor Editions), Comfort the Mourners (Everybody Press) and View from a Borrowed Field (Lily Poetry Review’s Paul Nemser Book Prize) came out in 2023. You can read her work at meghansterling.com.