The
n I remembered: Mama wasn’t gone
but safe, in her bed, turning in sleep. It was Iwho went away—from Chopin in the bones,
palms heavy with dates like darkpurple fingers reaching toward sand…
“Nocturne” & “Scientific Balloon” up at Four Way Review
15 Apr 2015 Leave a comment
in Published poems Tags: contemporary poetry, Jenn Givhan poetry, Mexican American poetry, motherhood poetry
