April Salzano teaches college writing in Pennsylvania where she lives with her husband and two sons. She is currently working on a memoir on raising a child with autism and several collections of poetry. Her work has been twice nominated for a Pushcart Prize and has appeared in journals such as Convergence, Ascent Aspirations, The Camel Saloon, Centrifugal Eye, Deadsnakes, Visceral Uterus, Salome, Poetry Quarterly,
Writing Tomorrow, and RATTLE. She also serves as co-editor at Kind of a Hurricane Press.
I think, standing on tiptoe.
Bent over the kitchen sink, I take it
from behind while watching
the kids play in the yard. I am hoping
you come before they get bored
of dragging the baby swing to the top
of the zip line, sending it down riderless.