A Throng That Won’t Thaw
Normal means freezing
Like an ice block
When you knock on the car.
My husband turns into an icicle,
Traffic lights bleed torment.
Your knuckle gnaws the window—
Our children crystallize
In the freezer of the Sienna.
Honking for green, I am normality
Hardening under a seatbelt—
Listening to my family’s sanity.
Anna Zgambo is pursuing a PhD in Literature at the University of Zambia with a focus on lyric poetry. She holds a bachelor’s degree in English studies from the University of Pretoria and a Master of Arts in Literature from the University of Zambia. She lives in Lusaka.
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