What She Carried by Donna Vorreyer
A burden to labor so long, to feed
with her body and water with her
blood, this harvest that betrays her,
that feigns growth and then retreats,
bowed by wind or sharp tongues of
rain, a force more powerful than her
puny will. A burden to labor so long
and yield only this - the promise of
possibility, the fatigue of loss.
I live and write in the Chicago area where I drink lots of Diet Coke and spend my days trying to convince teenagers that words matter. My poems have appeared in many journals including New York Quarterly, Boxcar Poetry Review, Flashquake and The Hiss Quarterly. Website: http://djvorreyer.googlepages.com/
