On His Second Birthday
Finally I look up from our life,
the window wet and fogged,
trees bloodshot and burgeoning.
I loved a boy and now I love another.
Each has slept all night on my chest,
red tongue flicking my heart.
Soon I must learn to wake alone.
Tell me how to live in this burning world.
4 replies on “On His Second Birthday”
Fortunately at times ones thoughts do not turn to the burning world.
Oh, My. God.
I love this one.
Wendy, I love the precision of your words, their startling trajectory and resonance.
This is so beautiful. I just discovered your poetry and I love it!