To James, Before You’re Born
To feel you knock
your radishy
fist against the wall
like an irate motelgoer
fed up with his party-girl
neighbors, or to see you
in ultrasound—
you, half-done
one, curled…
To James, Before You’re Born
To feel you knock
your radishy
fist against the wall
like an irate motelgoer
fed up with his party-girl
neighbors, or to see you
in ultrasound—
you, half-done
one, curled…
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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