Unsolicited Advice To A Facebook Mom
Stop plastering the site with photos
of your strapping boy on the cliff
of manhood, pitching a no-hitter,
don’t publicize his tuxedo’d beauty
posing with his prom date,
or family jaunts to look at colleges for the fall.
Better to shield him from happenstance,
mistaken identity, the evil eye;
protect him from what you won’t imagine:
a street race.
Pass an egg above his body while he’s sleeping.
Make the mano fico over him with your fist.
Sew small mirrors into his clothes to reflect misfortune.
Tie a red string around his wildness.
When someone gives him a compliment, spit over your shoulder three times.
Then touch wood.
Stop flaunting your boy’s shining face,
his sweetness, how he still
lets you kiss him goodnight.
Listen to me:
Like you, I was once besotted.
Don’t tempt the gods.
Previously published in Literary Mama.
Alexis Rhone Fancher is the author of How I Lost My Virginity to Michael Cohen and other
heart stab poems, (2014), State of Grace: The Joshua Elegies, (2015), and Enter Here
(2017). She is published in The Best American Poetry 2016, Rattle, Slipstream, Hobart, Cleaver,
The MacGuffin, and elsewhere. Her photographs are published worldwide. A multiple Pushcart
Prize and Best of The Net nominee, Alexis is poetry editor of Cultural Weekly.
Find her at: www.alexisrhonefancher.com
Natasha Kochicheril Moni is a writer and a licensed naturopath in WA State. Enjoying this blog? Feel free to put a little coffee in Natasha's cup, right here.