memory 10: when i was younger

Blair witch

There was a moose by the pines last night.

Her heaviness suggested to me
that life-giving is a burden
carried by those who unsuspect
that life could do such a thing

and burdens are life-giving
for those who finally learn
that life will do such a thing.

It was neither for her.

She laid down reluctantly
with small lilacs as neighbors
and the usual saw whet owl above.

Iโ€™ve never
seen such
eyes like
these with
so much
dullness
encroaching
deep inside
her tired eyes.

I know I will never experience the long temporal pains of pregnancy. And on most mornings I am relieved, but even that seems inappropriate. We simply are what we are and we carry what we carry.

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