“The Baby” by Carley Moore

Dear tingling sensation,
Dear I know you’re there,
Dear pressure point,
Dear relief,
Dear swimmer in the cloud of my eye,
Dear I waited three years,
Dear are you one or two?
Dear the ones not frozen,
Dear not in my headlight,
Dear Sir or Madam,
Dear as the woods outside my grandma’s kitchen window,
Dear cactus that suddenly died today,
Dear did I do it?
Dear humidifier, I’m so dry,
Dear dangerous, I’m ready,
Dear heart, they say,
Dear chopping block, here is a finger,
Dear isn’t that far away,
Dear in the next couple of months,
Dear you are quiet,
Dear do you hear me?

CarleyMoorePhotoCarley Moore is a poet, novelist, and essayist.  Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The American Poetry Review, Aufgabe, Brainchild, The Brooklyn Rail, Fence, The Journal of Popular Culture, Mutha, and Linebreak. Her debut young adult novel, The Stalker Chronicles, was published by Farrar, Straus, and Giroux in 2012.  Follow her on Twitter at @carleymoore2 or find her blogging at carleymoorewrites.com.

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This entry was posted in Poetry on November 12, 2014