Thursday, January 10, 2013

My Morning Sickness

my morning sickness
is a morning dream
of reaching for the girl
that keeps falling
off my edge

reoccurring memories
dive-bomb the present
blooming up the gut
to break open
old scars in the heart

the dream fades
when day hits its fist
pulling fresh thin skin
over broken bone

I walk the park
in mindful stride
a stress-heavy head
chiseled clean by calm

I turn the corner
and sink into a stop
there, a man sits in the grass
holding his baby in laughter

and now, my morning sickness
concerns an unknown child—
a child that would look so much
like her and me

(From the book Selected Poems 2004-2007)

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