by Jemma L. King


This morning has

loosened you
like a milk tooth.

And what can the milk tooth do?

I thought that
you had it—
not that it had you.
But it was toying,
blowing your youth away,
like a season’s worth.
You were the first to come visit
the life we had made together.
You found us and
sat and drank tea.

Now it’s summing you up,
sizing you down.

You lost the sight
in one eye
on Thursday night.
Today you say goodbye
to your sons.

Jemma L. King

Shouldering first appeared in ‘The Shape of a Forest’ (Parthian Books 2013). Reprinted by kind permission in Issue 1 of Bare Fiction Magazine in December 2013.

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