Jackson, Nebraska MAG

March 25, 2015
By Maya Caulfield GOLD, Boulder, Colorado
Maya Caulfield GOLD, Boulder, Colorado
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Mia’s lying back on the couch, clutching the brocade pillows like rosaries.
The air in the room is stale from cigarette smoke and not talking, so
I offer her water, but she says she’s afraid of salmonella.
Everything scares her nowadays.
Face smooth with sweat, lips parted in agony, she looks like a real madonna
in our holy rental room of the Motel 8.
When she falls asleep
I press my ear against her stomach
and in the almost-silence I can hear the thumping of a heart
but it could just be the sound of footsteps
running toward us in the hallway outside.

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jl637 DIAMOND said...
on Jun. 6 2017 at 11:00 pm
jl637 DIAMOND, Livingston, New Jersey
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gorgeous poem!

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