The Spill by Rebecca Schumejda

She is transitioning
from nipple
to bottle
from sippy cup
to straw.
My two-year-old
at the kitchen table
recklessly pulls
straw from cup.
Milk trapped inside
flows onto the table,
drips over the edge,
onto the tiled floor.

Over a mile under
the Gulf of Mexico,
an industrial vacuum cleaner,
without a collection bag,
has been gushing oil for weeks.
On the radio,
a reporter discusses
the complexity
of taking responsibility
as I hand my daughter
a damp towel
and ask her
to clean up
her own mess.

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6 Responses to “The Spill by Rebecca Schumejda”

  1. Alarie Tennille Says:

    This is a very fresh slant on the oil spill. Love the understatement of this piece, the quiet wit, and the tie-in to every day life. Love that mothers are still teaching toddlers to take responsibility. Thanks, Rebecca!

  2. this is brilliant.
    original and to the point. brings it all back home.
    thanks.
    🙂

  3. Great poem! I love the many angled depths of this piece. Fantastic take on the spills of our lives.

  4. This is perfect, B! I love it so much. ❤

  5. This is great i love it

  6. Rebecca Says:

    oh thank you for all your kind words! B

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