stand outside with a hot mug of cocoa—spiked—
snowflakes mixing like impromptu marshmallows
—there on the surface of your cup and then gone
as quickly as this moment—you blinking, beside
your bundled husband, your blanketed son—
it is a gray day. you breath—you are grateful.
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not enough or
was it all too much and
the emptiness meant you were just
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Without agenda, another cold day slips by,
in food and sleep and little chores, in tussling
the boy to the floor. The house moves in sighs,
a tiny capsule on a small planet in a strange time.
The year moves in an endless round ring.
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one stretch to wrench
a new, more painful shape
to the day; years to relearn good
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arched feet, and walk in joy,
held by whomever you choose
to love you.
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the thick pink sleeve
of the terrycloth robe,
wanting the same comfort my mom
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stems weighed down by
heavy purple glory,
leaves lifted as joyously as
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like a siren
in the night: Baby down!
Shocked to face the world alone, even
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with searching lips.
Hungry, again, again,
for a world that must taste like
– October 8, 2020
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