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Where Are You Going, My Little One?

 

At night, conservationists come to save the sea turtle eggs, guide
blind hatchlings to waves away from shore. We play Scrabble  

by the rented kitchen’s light. Another year until my aunt asks me 
about children. Another morning before my mother mouths one day

to the baby with sand in his fists. Turn around, and you’re tiny, born to water
like tonight’s turtles teething on sand saucers, silver coins, birch beer cans.  

They come with wire mesh cages Mom will trip over at dawn. They come for 
raccoons and sand erosion, for my empty womb and me. They come because  

turtles follow moonlight and menstrual blood, believing glare 
to be ocean, home, no longer alone. Turn around and you’re grown 

my mother’s wedding ring lost to clutching sea-jaws. What if they don’t 
know the way beyond the amniotic sac, slight briny water on shore?  

On the porch next door a stranger plucks folk songs that cry salty tears 
for their mothers as a million tiny turtles make their way toward us.  

It’s phantom glare of beach house that draws them. It’s boardwalk signs, 
metal detector, stars, lullaby: Turn around, and you’re a young wife  

with babes of your own,
 and I’ve forgotten the rest of the words.
Mama used to sing it to me. Mama used to sing.


Rebecca Lauren lives in Philadelphia and serves as managing editor of Saturnalia Books. Her writing has been published in Mid-American Review, Prairie Schooner, Southeast Review, Ruminate, Salon, The Journal of Feminist Studies in Religion, and The Cincinnati Review, among others. Her chapbook, The Schwenkfelders, won the Keystone Chapbook Prize and was published by Seven Kitchens Press. She is the recipient of an Academy of American Poets award.

 

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