Space Heaters
I ask if
this is enough.
A house is small
until you have
to keep it warm.
Each fire.
The little bird. Wood drying
in the oven.
I am reminded
that these are
our stomachs.
Dragons
in the tired room.
I warm my hands
in front
of the breathing
ghost. Tracing the space
between.
The house I grew up in.
Putting my feet
on the space heater.
Us, the loaves
and rise. Ovens between
each eye.
Sometimes
we are that for
each other. The light
on the bedroom.
The red glowing wood.
Robin Gow is a trans poet and witch from rural Pennsylvania. It is the author of several poetry books, an essay collection, YA, and Middle-Grade novels in verse, including Dear Mothman and A Million Quiet Revolutions. Gow’s poetry has recently been published in POETRY, Southampton Review, and New Delta Review. Fae lives in Allentown Pennsylvania with their queer family.