Ginosko Literary Journal, Summer 2014
Motherhood snapped shut her
Tiger jaws, ground
Assumptions into
Bloody, bony red
Redirection. I
Dribbled heart and guts like
Wet ink on the long
Scroll of four decades
Past. History ran
In blotted, eager
Creeks to the open
Sea of my new self.
Motherhood: this death,
This resurrected
Flux of truth and dare.