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- Title
miscarriage.
- Authors
Alyan, Hala
- Abstract
What carries you: a rush of teeth nested scorpions I am empty this when I wake before down this as the light pinches through the windows hold your arms out & you can cradle anything I'm in the ring I am telling him it won't be February forever see: if you're not careful you'll be comforting him before you know it googling photographs of Mexican desert like this I cradle like this I mother the unmothered a stopped clock when I wake from the anesthesia I ask I good? i and mean I need to brush her hair can I go now please her hair the highway back home is foggy and I mean empty it is good to be empty a jug a bowl it is good to be a color in the morning the jade plant turns violet I turn away from the window in my own hands I bloom and the blooming is empty: a quarter moon past its prime a wet I wipe from my jawline this body this address of muscles and palpitate I'm a polite houseguest: I rinse out my cup when I'm through with it.
- Subjects
MISCARRIAGE; HAIRBRUSHES; NONWOVEN fabric wipes
- Publication
Brooklyn Rail, 2021, pN.PAG
- ISSN
2157-2151
- Publication type
Article