Six
years later
Then we were
catching babies in our hands
before they fell
The weekend car to gaol
we took your mother
gravid
atop the centre console
out to Cessnock
she – first checking carefully
for what might be stored
beneath those breasts
set out like sushi
just
like being at the meal
six years on
neither of us walking
but look at you
up and about
and getting into everything

powerful poem, Kerri
ReplyDeleteThank you Robbi.
Deleteso good, Kerri!
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