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June 16~ CHRIS KADS

6/16/2025

 
Poetry lovers, today I'm honored to bring you one half of the "gut punch" poetry prompts team...Chris Kads! Please enjoy Chris' moving poems "Job Instructions for a Caretaker" and "Missing the Tide," which won second place in the 63rd Glendon & Kathryn Swarthout awards for undergraduate poetry (audio forthcoming from Arizona State University). Thank you, Chris, for sharing your gift for words with SHINE international poetry series!

Job Instructions for a Caretaker

Cut the chicken into bite-sized pieces.

Slice the bread.

Tear yourself in half.

Tuck the rainbow pin in your apron pocket, your hair back in a bun.

Watch the edges while you toast the ones of sourdough - his favorite.

Resist the temptation to stick them in your shirt - to coat them in sweat.

Remember I don’t have a lot of teeth anymore
and the classic
He was raised in a different time.

Roll a delivery cart past a wall of ghosts,
faces that were flushed not even two days prior.

Stop at the door decorated in truck bumper stickers. Honk if you like honkers.

Pretend the vinyl-covered wood is his flesh when your knuckles rap on it.

Prepare for the spit as the animal opens his cage.

Missing the Tide

We strip down
sea turtle paper,
make a bathroom
white again.

I was twelve when I saw

my first sea turtle.
Twelve when I was told,
He would’ve died in the wild
and watched a being
of the sea refuse to face
a wall of glass.

It’s easy to know

the cause of death
of people like the man
behind the foggy window.
The man with the yellowed curtains
and the sea turtle wallpaper.

There’s no need

for an autopsy
when you’ve tasted the coffee
sugared with salt
and you’ve heard “Rachel”
called “Susan”
and you’ve seen him
cry into a plate
of beige pink puree.

It’s easy to know

when you finger dust
off frames of his strangers,
when their new home
is a plastic garbage bag,
prepared to be laid
in a Goodwill grave.

Sometimes,
when I clean these rooms,
look at paper that becomes dust
in my palm,
I wonder if,
when faced with a life in glass,
it’s better to drown
in the sea.
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Chris Kads is a Barrett Honors student at Arizona State University majoring in literature with a certificate in writing. In and out of school she works on creating picture books, young adult short stories, poems, and novels. She has works upcoming in the Blood+Honey Magazine, the Canyon Voices Literary Magazine, and the Pillowtalk Magazine. Additionally, her poem "Missing the Tide" placed second in the 63rd Glendon and Kathryn Swarthout Awards. A previous retirement home worker, Chris strives to shed light on the complex and often difficult experiences workers and residents face. She hopes to make her family, boyfriend, friends, and two dogs proud with her literary pieces.


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    SYLVIA PLATH
    Stars Over the Dordogne

    Stars are dropping thick as stones into the twiggy
    Picket of trees whose silhouette is darker
    Than the dark of the sky because it is quite starless.
    The woods are a well. The stars drop silently.
    They seem large, yet they drop, and no gap is visible.
    Nor do they send up fires where they fall
    Or any signal of distress or anxiousness.
    They are eaten immediately by the pines.

    Where I am at home, only the sparsest stars
    Arrive at twilight, and then after some effort.
    And they are wan, dulled by much travelling.
    The smaller and more timid never arrive at all
    But stay, sitting far out, in their own dust.
    They are orphans. I cannot see them. They are lost.
    But tonight they have discovered this river with no trouble,
    They are scrubbed and self-assured as the great planets.

    The Big Dipper is my only familiar.
    I miss Orion and Cassiopeia's Chair. Maybe they are
    Hanging shyly under the studded horizon
    Like a child's too-simple mathematical problem.
    Infinite number seems to be the issue up there.
    Or else they are present, and their disguise so bright
    I am overlooking them by looking too hard.
    Perhaps it is the season that is not right.

    And what if the sky here is no different,
    And it is my eyes that have been sharpening themselves?
    Such a luxury of stars would embarrass me.
    The few I am used to are plain and durable;
    I think they would not wish for this dressy backcloth
    Or much company, or the mildness of the south.
    They are too puritan and solitary for that--
    When one of them falls it leaves a space,

    A sense of absence in its old shining place.
    And where I lie now, back to my own dark star,
    I see those constellations in my head,
    Unwarmed by the sweet air of this peach orchard.
    There is too much ease here; these stars treat me too well.
    On this hill, with its view of lit castles, each swung bell
    Is accounting for its cow. I shut my eyes
    And drink the small night chill like news of home.

    ~~~

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