Melissa Dickey Dwelling

His skin bright where it slapped

the terrazza, the sick sound of it,

followed by (thank god) the cry.

A small goose egg on the side

of his forehead, dime-sized, rising.

Why does darkness swallow light

and light reflect light?

In the depiction of motherhood

I forgot the fire.

Before we conceived

any children, you said:

They might die

and we'll have to survive.

I heard a parent

explain the family rule is

we don't keep secrets

from each other and this

struck me as a good rule

but I'm not certain

I have much faith anymore.

The girl's shirt says Love Love Love.

Hat carries a pompom.

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