Poems & Essays

11 May

Nothing New

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We buy our first car when I’m five months gone
an ill-used VW that years later rusts through

then eight months huge and awkward I help paint
the dingy walls in our one-room basement flat

three babies sleep in the old crib before you
and sit in the high chair with its peeling decal

a yard-sale cabinet makes do as changing
table—there will be nothing new but you

I time my contractions by the watch I buy
before you’re born, counting on a life to come

and there you are, your broad shoulders tearing
your way out, your dark eyes deep with purpose

ready to strike out on your own no matter
what, ready to be mine and never mine
Sally Zakariya’s poems have appeared in Broadkill Review, Boston Literary Magazine, Emerge, Third Wednesday, Evening Street Review, Theodate, and elsewhere and have won prizes from the Poetry Society of Virginia and the Virginia Writers Club. She has published two poetry collections, Insectomania (2013) and Arithmetic and other verses (2011), and blogs at www.ButDoesItRhyme.com.

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  1. Jacqueline Jules

    May 11, 2015 at 8:15 pm

    Simply beautiful!


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