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The Better Thing

"Mother and Child", Gustav Klimt Awake at dawn, spit-up stained pajamas.Cracked, aching breasts, eyes rimmed black with sleep.Did I choose the better thing?A sharp cry, magical when first expressed, now primordial screech. Ears ringing, head fuzzy, temper rising.Did I choose the better thing?Excrement in excess, diaper rashes and soiled onesies. Teeth piercing gums, inconsolable drooling…

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An Experimental Double Sestina

I know, I know. It's weird. It's speculative. It's often meandering and not entirely straightforward or cohesive. But it's my first attempt at writing a sestina, let alone a double sestina, and I make no apologies. For those unaware, a sestina is a kind of circular form of poetry, characterized by repeated end words in…