Note From the Shore

All mother in me wells
up and all father in me
recedes so I shall meet
doom on two happy feet.
I have no more anger.
I have let it out like air
out of a lung, it waits
deflated, for a return.
I have already left carrying
only a mother’s blood.
When I leave earth
I will do so barren
but tuned to the vibration
of the ocean’s ocean,
the moon behind me
like a forgotten thought,
something I meant
to go back to, but didn’t.

Cassandra Whitaker’s writing has appeared in Little Patuxent Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, The Daily Drunk, Up the Staircase Quarterly, and many other places.

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