Today's poem is by A. Minetta Gould
& I don't quite know
what it feels like to put
a single finger toward your hair,
what sunlight does to my skin
while you're not near. In time what
aperture nests under our boots
will break apart in our sleep.
Like in a dream
that I'm comfortable with our child,
watching him be a field
like I am a field
& you are a field.
Copyright © 2013 A. Minetta Gould All rights reserved
from Black Warrior Review
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