Thursday, February 11, 2010



as I cleaned out your top dresser drawer
only months after you left,
way in the back corner
under faded floral paper
(the scent long gone)
was the tiny glass cameo
that fell off of your necklace
so long ago…
the one you said he gave you
in 1968
as a token of his affection
before you knew
that his affection was already sleeping there
softly inside your belly.