Mn poetry: Kathryn Kysar’s ‘Faultlines’

Kathryn Kysar is the author of Dark Lake, a book of poetry, and editor of Riding Shotgun: Women Write About Their Mothers, a collection of essays. Her newest book of poetry Pretend the World, was published earlier this year by Holy Cow! Press. Kysar teaches at Anoka-Ramsey Community College and the Loft Literary Center in Minneapolis. She lives with her family in St. Paul. You can find out about her upcoming readings here.

Faultlines

St. Paul, 2002

At the grocery store,

the moms of Highland Park

in hastily-pulled ponytails bend

under the weight of the car seats

holding well-fed babies, struggle

to control their straying toddlers.

Stuffing bundled babies into carts,

we babble bright words, only hint

at the shadows that gather in our days:

He’s having a bit of trouble toilet training.

In the checkout line, your children whining,

her tired eyes meet yours and say,

It is not your fault.

But the baby hasn’t been bathed,

the preschooler watched TV

while, in a sleepless haze,

you stumbled around the house –

laundry, breakfast, wastebaskets,

mail, phone calls, laundry –

unable to focus, prioritize.

The eyes of the grocery store manager

skip over your unwashed hair, your

postpartem body. You are invisible;

you are a checkbook, a credit card,

the major household shopper.

Sometimes, when you do get a chance

to catch the sleep that eludes you,

you think in the dark about

the untidy house, the weeds in the garden,

the fallen flowers crushed by last night’s rain.

All the faults in this little world are yours,

the foundation cracking under the weight of the house,

the weight of the family, the weight you cannot carry.

– “Faultlines” by Kathryn Kysar, as it appears in her collection of poetry Pretend The World, published by Holy Cow! Press. Reprinted here with permission from the publisher.

  • John Wood

    Life is just a four letter word with”if” in the middle. The most unhappy people must be people who get what they want and then don’t want it anymore.

  • Sally

    Thank you for sharing this woman’s journey through postpartem depression. This is a piece that we as mothers can feel, not just read. It brought me back to a place I might not want to remember. We need to remember. We need to talk about it so that we as mothers and women are there to support each other.