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Archive for May 21st, 2012

Today, a poem I wrote some years ago, about Jonah’s birth:

When finally the doctors sigh,
speaking masked amongst themselves,
and cut you
howling
out of me, I am but a writhing animal,
drugged and brazen-blind by dazzling alien lights.

Then there are pillows, and silence,
and you are sleeping on my chest

and suddenly I have a star, and the moon,
and everything else unceasingly celestial…
my view so clear I memorize the shape
of every constellation.

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