Written By: Hillary Kobernick
The striking General Motors worker
who has been sleeping in a tent for 532 days
in front of the U.S. Embassy in Bogotá
does not cry until he confesses
his daughter is anorexic.
Add it to the list
of injuries America exported.
He would camp for the rest of his life
pleading at the heel of the auto bailout
for job training and back pay
he would backbend over the assembly line
again, if his body would only let him
he would go back to the backhand slap
of the GM wallets if only they could heal
his daughter. I bite the stomach lining
I once trimmed away, the girl’s stomach
eating my own, I whisper: tiene razón.
She is right. I once saw my father hurt
my own skin helpless and shrinkable
knew the only thing I could do
in the adipose
of his grief
About the Author
Hillary Kobernick writes poems for both performance and page. She has competed at the National Poetry Slam six times, representing Atlanta and Chicago. She holds a master’s of divinity and currently pastors outside of Chicago. Her poems have appeared on Button Poetry and in literary magazines in the U.S. and Canada including DecomP, Bellevue Literary Review, Barely South, and FreezeRay.