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The Mending Egg

By Juan Pablo Mobili Juan Pablo Mobili was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina, and adopted by New York, a long time ago. His poems have appeared in First Literary Review-East, The Poetry Distillery, Anti-Heroin Chic, Red Planet Magazine; or are forthcoming from Spirit Fire Review, Mason Street, The Red Wheelbarrow Review, and The Journal of American Poetry.  […]

By Juan Pablo Mobili

The Mending Egg To Victoria, my grandmother My grandmother had inherited a wooden egg from her mother who had used it to mend countless old socks; its surface now thoroughly smoothed after having sewn away so many holes and reuniting so many wounded siblings. I don’t believe I ever saw my grandma fix a single sock with it; by then we did not have to, we were fortunate that way, but the egg remained carefully placed atop the box where she gathered threads, needles, and a tribe of orphaned buttons. We never spoke about the mending egg or how it earned its place. I think now that she meant some sort of altar for it because to neglect what gave its life to repair what had been torn would be a sin or, even more, to disrespect her mother.

Juan Pablo Mobili was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina, and adopted by New York, a long time ago. His poems have appeared in First Literary Review-East, The Poetry Distillery, Anti-Heroin Chic, Red Planet Magazine; or are forthcoming from Spirit Fire Review, Mason Street, The Red Wheelbarrow Review, and The Journal of American Poetry.  In addition, he co-wrote a chapbook of poems in collaboration with Madalasa Mobili, “Three Unknown Poets,” published by Seranam Press.

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