Mother Who Wears Her Heart On Her Sleeve Like Too Many Comparisons
She is the pinnacle of wrenching the last crumbed teardrop out of the cereal box upon waking. I want more silky light that is mothering light that drips over my body as I rise out…
Bellingham Review Contributor
Emily Koehn lives in St. Louis, Missouri, and teaches at Washington University and the St. Louis Poetry Center. Her poems have appeared in numerous journals including the Colorado Review, Cincinnati Review, Conduit, Waxwing, and The Journal.
She is the pinnacle of wrenching the last crumbed teardrop out of the cereal box upon waking. I want more silky light that is mothering light that drips over my body as I rise out…
I am not the brain in the mouth, she whispered so quietly she could barely feel her lips utter lullabies to her small daughter drifting into sleep underneath a mound of blankets. I am not…