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The baby imprints her face to your face forehead to forehead, mouth to mouth, blowing raspberries on any soft part of you.
Embrace fleshiness thick legs strong. Carry the four-year-old on your back, the one-year-old on your hip.
Your arms surround these children who press themselves into your body. Boundless love, a great acceptance of you as you are right now: disheveled, mussed, tired, unsung in any circle but this one.
Lara Payne lives in Maryland. Once an archeologist, she now teaches writing at the college level, to veterans, and to small children. Her poem “Corn Stand, 10 ears for two dollars” was a winner in the Moving Words Competition and was placed on buses in Arlington, VA. Recent poems have appeared in the Beltway Poetry Quarterly and Mom Egg Review.
written after the Las Vegas Shooting on Oct 1, 2017
I start the day not knowing much. My children leave for school. Their bright, ribboned voices banner the chill air, and fade. I turn on the news to get the facts. I listen to the report and think, At least it wasn’t a school. I carefully do not picture my children with a gunman in their school. I fill the pan to boil the eggs. I think of the word another and the resignation that lives in those letters. How words like legislation and individual rights are weighed beside one another. The newscaster adds the word mass, so now we call it a mass shooting. They don’t tell me anything about the man I think, At least he was white. I don’t think, At least it was a man, because I already knew that. I turn the flame off and set the timer, place bread in the toaster. And then the numbers are updated. Almost 500 people injured or killed. One man with a gun. I do not know if the shooter is counted in that number. I measure sugar and milk by sight into my tea. Today I will talk to my students about when to use words that minimize. My friend writes about responsible gun laws and receives death threats. The toaster chimes. I want to write this poem, but I fear who might read it. I have children. And I am a woman. And my husband does not have the right skin color. We are all targets. I no longer think if but when. My hands are shaking, I salt my toast instead of my eggs. I consider using a false name. I wonder who will protect us, who will be brave enough to change? I do not taste my mistake until I’ve sat with my tea, egg and toast. There is a day waiting for me and for now, I must face it.
Lara Payne lives in Maryland. Once an archeologist, she now teaches writing at the college level, to veterans, and to small children. She has been a resident of the VCCA and a semi-finalist for the Nation/Discovery Award. Her poem “Corn Stand, 10 ears for two dollars” was a winner in the Moving Words Competition. and was placed on buses in Arlington, VA over the Summer of 2018. Recent poems have appeared in SWWIM, Beltway Poetry Quarterly, and Mom Egg Review. Her poems explore the environment, motherhood, mental illness, and the hidden work of women.