While Christ Was Walking Upside-Down on the Other Side of the Earth


You were ill that winter.

The flowers in your windowsill
caught the flu,

their red petals turned

against the snow.

You remember those.

You remember the way
their scent


from rose to lavender.


And when Christ learned
to walk,

you weren’t surprised.

You thought he was another
human being

who would one day

the groceries
up the front steps,

blue flowers
in his hands.


Most of us learn
when we are young

that shopping carts

when placed
in the ocean.

I watched a phone


into a dozen

that never learned

to sing.


About mckenzielynntozan

McKenzie Lynn Tozan lives and writes in South Bend, Indiana, where she works as the Departmental Secretary of English and World Language Studies at Indiana University South Bend, and remains closely affiliated with 42 Miles Press, New Issues Poetry and Prose, and Wolfson Press. She previously received her MFA in Poetry from Western Michigan University, where she worked as the Layout and Design Editor for New Issues Poetry and Prose and as an Assistant Editor of Poetry for Third Coast. Her poems have appeared in Encore Magazine, Sleet Magazine, Rogue Agent, Thank You for Swallowing, Whale Road Review, The James Franco Review, The Birds We Piled Loosely, and Analecta; and her book reviews have appeared on her website and on The Rumpus. She lives with her husband, their daughter, and three cats. For more, visit www.mckenzielynntozan.com. View all posts by mckenzielynntozan

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