ARR 1988 - Flipbook - Page 119
Mourning Sickness
Hollow smiles drooling,
down
their shirt
or yours.
Eye-of
aware stares
looking and looking-long enough to study ...
A small one to
carry, that curing comfortNot felt, since we were that small,
warms a body; a mind: a spirit-all.
I won't look nowI don't want to tryLosses-Won't- hide
the
growing Away
or the
abortion Day
to the
miscarriage-No Say.
And... so ... the
Salty water springs
from
the mirrors of my soul.
Especially when I
pass
the nursery window.
Laura Ammons
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