women – Page 11 – That Terry

Morning Song – Sylvia Plath

December 15, 2012May 4, 2020 Author

love set you going like a fat gold watch. the midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry took its place among the elements. our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. new statue. in a drafty museum, your nakedness shadows our safety, we stand round blankly as walls. i’m no more your mother than the cloud that distils a mirror to reflect its own…

Grace

The day we met, class was starting and I faced you, sat opposite you in circle. You were not shy about showing people, you said. Still, you weren’t speaking to me and I had not ventured out into the world since my brother died. I was shy, nervous, my balance jarred with every smile, name and conversation. When I unexpectedly saw the scar left by…