Poems & Essays

19 Oct

My children in the afternoon

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are like an ambush of cat tongues.
Pink and small and abundant, rough scratches
on my face, my arms, my hair.

This is a common trial for introverted parents.
It is a common feeling, this one of drowning
in what fills up your chest.

 

Renee Beauregard Lute is a graduate of the MFA program at Hamline University in St. Paul, and her work has been published in a number of literary journals and magazines, including Bellevue Literary Review, Mamalode, and Literary Mama.

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  1. Sara Ohlin

    October 27, 2015 at 5:26 pm

    Beautiful, I love this, especially the idea of “drowning in what fills up your chest.”

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