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from under an umbrella

by Melanie J Yarbrough

Fourteen degrees,
our backyard looks the same
as it did the last time I left for this long.

I flip ahead six pages,
decide not to finish Mona Simpson's story
that Jamie recommended I read,
until the story really starts and
I reach the end without wanting to.
Like so many other things.

I am afraid of you, even
as I decide to name our children whatever name
it is you prefer,
though my heart is set on Ellis.

Though I spill my coffee, my sorted truths
all over 1369,
I am hopeful.

12/20/2008

Posted on 12/20/2008
Copyright © 2022 Melanie J Yarbrough

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Meghan Helmich on 06/08/17 at 02:50 PM

I love everything about this poem. You're still my favorite.

Posted by James Zealy on 06/12/17 at 04:32 AM

It appears stark with fear and loss of control for existence and choice. Powerful poem

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