Blog Project Day 101: A poem

“Song for a Woman Who is Barren, or Forgetful”

I will never have children

I will never gobble them up to fill days of empty

I will never learn the ache or suck of them

I will not swaddle in their mouths as
they grow old and I grow wintry

I will not insist in them like grief or kiss
a bad taste into their mouths

I will never learn the bone and guilt of them

I will never forget their names nor lose them
in the murk and muck of my love

I will never impale them on the shifting landscape
of my face or hug them with my persistent desert

I will not make promises or keep promises or earn promises

I will not gallop through their nightmares,
part savior, part everything else

I will never have children, and my dear ones,
how you will rejoice
that you will never have me

Posted on April 10, 2012, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. This had me crying big ugly tears at my desk this morning. I mean that in the best way possible. Beautiful, thank you for sharing. -Nicole B

    • Wow, I’m humbled by your comment N. This poem seems to have struck a chord with many people. I think I’m slowly accepting/recognizing/accepting that one of the engines of my work is saying things or talking about things that women aren’t supposed to talk about, or at least we’re not supposed to write poems about.

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