A Sore Throat



Here, in the air, lies your life
and I am searching for you.

Sometimes I look for the reason why I am my mothers daughter.
I will never have a daughter
Because I know what its like to want more.

At night, when the window beckons me,
I see rooftops and dark sky and
they seem a little bored so
I scream for their purpose and
finally feel as though I was good for something.

Absence of a pair of arms
has destined my search to
go no further than that.

Some days are quieter than others and
my mother doesn’t know how quiet it gets after I scream.
Sore throats don’t take away from the sky’s beauty.

One week brings one life flowing from one core to the next.
I am a struggling threat ready to show my insides
to whoever is around.

Create snowflakes with these cigarette ashes and
take back your knocking on my door
because it shatters me.

And then I had a daughter.

As a dandelion turns to seed,
A sore throat blew them away.
The wind will catch them
And carry them up to the sky.


Jennifer Caviola received her BFA in Painting from Pratt Institute in Brooklyn NY in 2002 and her MFA from Parsons in New York City in 2007. She has had solo shows in New York City, Brooklyn, and California and has participated in group shows throughout the United States, Europe and the Middle East. She has been featured in publications such as Vogue, The Huffington Post, The Wall Street Journal, The New York Times, Complex Magazine, Papermag, Juxtapoz and High Fructose.