Poetry by Helen R. Peterson

My Soul Pours Out Like Water


Words push through
from nowhere,
the mind asleep, curled
around baby soft
dreams and minivan
nightmares, the body
lurching, hips
spreading in familiar
shapes of stamen
and petal, pollen turning
the stomach against
the need, the photosynthesis
of light and shadow—
B12 and Folic Acid,
washing clean
another 18 years.

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