Bulrush

Every damned day I think of my child,
little floating accidental, couple

cells, couple pretty pretty curls, I put her in
the many-babies river, I kissed her

off, good go, good go go away
from me and not be mine my

little reaching
little fingery

thing.


From SHE DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2000)

 

Poems by Daisy Fried

Bulrush

Correggio

Clean