Melissa Dickey Dwelling

His skin bright where it slapped

the terrazza, the sick sound of it,


followed by (thank god) the cry.

A small goose egg on the side


of his forehead, dime-sized, rising.

Why does darkness swallow light


and light reflect light?

In the depiction of motherhood


I forgot the fire.

Before we conceived


any children, you said:

They might die


and we'll have to survive.

I heard a parent


explain the family rule is

we don't keep secrets


from each other and this

struck me as a good rule


but I'm not certain

I have much faith anymore.


The girl's shirt says Love Love Love.

Hat carries a pompom.


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