A man catches me staring at the baby draped over his knees like a tiny blanket, sucking at its fist; I imagine asking for a turn at holding this baby– explaining that it’s been so long since I had my own, I can no longer take it here for granted, the way they nest against…
Month: December 2022
Stand
I have bent so long in evading the terror of winds that had snapped my fae and brittle branches sapped of their small strength– for what is youth without love and forgiveness for what we’ve not learned but a toil meant to carry these, our graces out from under soil we were taught should fair,…