Tales of a Midwestern gal adrift in the Northwest
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
a baby
suspends
her crying
for a
moment
to acknowledge
one of
her purple
socks has
fallen off.
then she
resumes:
a primal
wail
stemming
from a
need to
be held.
and for a moment,
i am useful,
though far from
maternal.
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