Firsts Born
       

Families are trundling out of me like monsters.
The firsts born of Gaia were fifty headed and one hundred handed,
there were uglier one-eyed brutes after.
In my dreams, my babies are crook-armed,
long-haired waifs that I stuff back into darkness and forget.
Until they appear in corners,
their heads cocked at a puzzle on the table, shaking a rattle or ten.

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Copyright © 2016 Alison D. Moncrief Bromage All rights reserved
from Daughter, Daedalus
Truman State University Press
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