Colleen O’Connor

Spring Poem



It’s April again. Which

means I’ve lost interest


in months and days and

sons. Which isn’t fair. Sons


are born but they are made

men, made tangible


by their makers, by their

makings. It isn’t their faults.


What is it then that I’ve lost?

My interests, flitting from me


in the dark, obnoxious wisps.

Which isn’t fair. I’ve lost


interest in days and now the nights

are all flitting wisps, bright


as daylight and just as thin, my

interest in them waning like some


bored, listless moon. It’s April

again. I want to leave it all.


Which isn’t fair.

Neither am I. I abandon


my wisps. I leave them

to their mothers.


COLLEEN O’CONNOR received her MFA in nonfiction from Columbia College Chicago. She is the author of the chapbooks The Pretty Thing to Do (Dancing Girl Press) and Conversations With Orson (Essay Press), and recent work has appeared in Glittermob, the Atticus Review, and Barrelhouse Magazine, where her essay “Cautionary” was a featured novella-length essay. She lives in Chicago where she is an editor for The Lettered Streets Press.