Poetry
On Watching a Former Student Help Deliver our Third Child
David Hatem.
Later,
She joined me,
Walking down the same hall again,
Checking,
“Is it okay to have a resident involved?”
there’s a body here
TJ Lee.
Parts within me, they wither away
But a pattern persists in this spot that I stay
Standing at the edge of the counter, the nurse has already started on her
Henry Del Rosario.
Her eyes are loud. Her face so round; a pot about to boil over.
I conjure hope to her that this too will end