Where The World Ends

My four-year-old
wants the world flat,
unnerved by
this hurtling ball
we live on.
He wants to run
right to the edge—
see where it ends.
I agree,
life should provide
clear signage:
End of the World,
Heaven This Way,
Escape Exit Here.
My son shouldn’t
have to answer
whether he has
a brother or sister,
shouldn’t have
to whisper,
I had a brother.

—Chanel Brenner

 

BIO: Chanel Brenner graduated from California State University in Sacramento and is a longtime member of Jack Grapes’s Writers and Poets Collective. Her poems have been published or are forthcoming in Rattle, Poet Lore, Cultural Weekly, The Coachella Review, Foliate Oak, Memoirs Ink, L.K. Thayer’s Poetry Juice Bar, Caveat Lector, The Write Place At the Write Time, and Wild Violet. Her poem “What Would Wislawa Szymborska Do?” was displayed at the James Whitcomb Riley Museum in Indianapolis, Indiana; her “July 28th” won first prize in The Write Place At the Write Time’s contest, judged by Ellen Bass.