Laurels Literary Magazine Spring 2016 Valentine Zine | Page 14

Limited
By Patrick Miller
What’s done is done,
and I’m sure you won’t forget
the fear that held you close
when you realized what you’d made.
You placed your hands on the table,
noticed the nights getting darker
and your hands gripping
the edge of the table.
A week passes and you call to let me know
it’s growing.
That even now something is unfolding,
its heartbeat vaguely audible.
I tell you what should be done,
although I’m not sure myself,
and you tell me that you’ll try.
I can see the smoke rising
from your cigarette.
You step outside,
speaking soft and labored.
I can see it turning in her womb,
orbiting itself,
pulling shape from God
as it rearranges constantly.
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