the soft yellow light from the blinds
slices her smooth round belly into latitudes, time zones
she ponders having a map of the western hemisphere
tatooed on her tummy to complete the semblance
she feels the thrill of the metaphor:
her son leaving the warm embrace of her world-womb,
entering the cold and real
then her tummy's skin will shrink,
america meeting europe,
her husband, disgusted
the persistence of being earnest
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Sometimes I swear it is easy to just give up whenever the universe is
sending me signals that it doesn’t care about what I’m trying my best to
accomplish—m...
2 comments:
Nice!
I like how you not tell everything and let the reader make up the rest of the story. Like the relationship between the husband and wife in this poem.
Jumped from gentle's poems. :)
Thanks, Niel!
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