Nov 15 ● BY Elizabeth Bolton
What is this, my swelled-up chest
wanting to burst at the Bee Gees
“To Love Somebody” and
at dropping my daughter off
for her first day of daycare?
Doesn’t it see
What is this, my reeling brain
letting all the weeps come forth
and sucking relief into place, my wet face
embracing the whole
stink of my sobs?
How does it know
there isn’t a difference
between a pop song and a separation of souls?
How does it know my motherhood
rings out simple as an outdated tune
that makes everyone go
glassy-eyed and dreaming?
How am I to live, knowing
my heart is swept up so easily?