beulah's baby.
winter makes my skin transparent. i am not used
to being so exposed. but last night i dreamt
someone else's dream, and lost beulah's baby
in the wash. i tried to pretend nothing happened,
hanging the sheets and humming a cracked little
tune. but i could not find him, and through the last
sheet i saw beulah approaching. i was afraid,
closed my eyes and could feel her soft hands reaching
my neck. but instead her fingers grabbed at my
weak shoulders, i looked up and her eyes had gone wild.
oh how i loved her! my heart broke red and she,
as my mother of sorts, clasped me to her, said,
"don't--" and rocked me until my tears had subsided.
i tried to explain, and here comes thomas, with
the baby wrapped in that brilliant yellow scarf...
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