September 16, 2022Poem for Myself
after Gwendolyn Brooks & Lucille Clifton
Abortions never let you forget
what it means to choose a life.
Who you may be and who you could be.
What is a few months, and what is forever.
We talk about people like they
could be separate from us. This life vs.
that one, what is mine and what is yours.
We are here only for each other—there is nothing else but time.
And I say, if I am ever less than a mountain
for myself, what could I seek to be for the ones who are coming?
Selfish. We spend our whole lives explaining why we are this way.
Mountain breath. Baby blues. There is a space that is just for you.
from #76 - Summer 2022