gone. (looking at palm) the hand feels empty.
madman. flashing: gray, black, white.
a little girl in bathing suit, squirting
water from the hose at the camera.
gone. why not some other mother’s baby?
she wonders: will the body ache
for the loss of love like the ache after birth for the loss
of the new born?
the hand feels empty
for the loss of a child to hold.
This is the first of five poems in a series.
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sounds like synopsis for movie…that’s how I pictured it..