Crab’s Glass


My mother said

I didn’t cry as a baby,

lately I don’t cry as a woman,

where do my tears go?


Have I placed them somewhere

in the care of another?


under someone’s covers?


Or their sheets?

With smell of frankincense

and amber on the parts

where my nose would be


I think I remember where they are,

the whiff of Amber on a pillow

helps me recall that they might have been taken

by a mystical crab with long and gentle claws



crab’s not at fault

I brought my tears to him,

but I didn’t bring a jar


So they dropped and slid and

dripped onto his carpet

and his sheets that smelled of

amber and frankincense


He watched them flow


knowing that I needed those moments


That were overdue


And he saved those tears,


I just didn’t know they were my last few


Now I’m waiting around for a sign

of when I can come back,

to trace the drips of salt water,

to where they and his claws clashed


Fear tells me that

he won’t give them back,

Hope tells me that

he’s waiting on me to ask


For the glass,

the one that he got from the shelf

where he also kept

my favorite ginger beer


He swooped them up

and poured the tears there

caring for my vulnerability

more than I have been lately


Yet my imbalance reminds me

that it’s time

to make a move

towards healing


Intuition tells me

to go get them,

to listen to their journey

while away from me


While being with him

and that I may even find

some of crab’s own tears

mixed in the glass with mine


It may become a ritual,

to share a sacred glass

from this life,

and the last


And the next,

the one where

we created the soul tie

of sharing abandoned tears

Sharita A. Sims, self-published author of Vacuum Reality and Blues Is My Happy Place, was raised in New Orleans, Louisiana, in the midst of poverty and the Baptist church practice as an adolescent in the new millennium. Either by being an old soul, or perhaps the product of elderly influence, has molded Sims with her wisdom as throughout her life she has been able to express her understanding of life with the spirit of her ancestors guiding her tongue and words. As a writer, she is commanding of the reader’s heart and consciousness with her devotion to provoke emotional responses, thoughts, and to inspire intimate bonding within her culture.

Editor’s note:  If you enjoy Sharita’s poetry, be sure to check out a few of Big Easy Magazine’s previously featured poets!  JGT, Tyree Worthy, Nolan Storey and Joao Amos deserve your attention!

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