Momma Tells Charon
Bind me in stylish cerecloth
while my little nightmares nap.
Find me unexpired coupons for
essentials Styx stocks on its isles.
But wait, ferryman of tired souls.
I, keeper of this modern hearth,
have oh so much farther to go.
I shall fashion my own oar amid
this home’s flotsam and jetsam,
and continue to row, row, row.
Ronnie Sirmans is an Atlanta-based digital platforms editor whose poems have appeared in The Georgia Review, The South Carolina Review, Tar River Poetry, Journal of the American Medical Association, and elsewhere.