he is my child-7.12.09

*artwork by david dough, via daviddough.com


he is my child
a gale that brings no clear harm
a boy that is a girl
he reaches out for
her, but
i am a sterile mother
dried out womb
can not contain
can not expel
all that is left
lonesome fear
and sour words, unripe, are thrust into
this barren air
i bring it with me
everywhere i go