Pain-gleaned
Pain-gleaned but there’s always a nerve
hiding behind the silence where quiet is
a hunted laboring mother giving in at last
then slipping to the same world her still-
born baby has slipt to.
Moving forward
she sleeps & the piece
of
her who made
the baby & brought it to term only
to have to paw through the gaul of the after
birth searching for the stone
that was thrown at her glass castle
finds nothing but immensity nothing
but layers & layers of drapes of immensity
which being the seamstress she now is
she stitches together to hang
pleated & neat in the house she lives in
now at glow in the dark but a glow nobody
being outside that dark could ever imagine being
illuminated
