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Luna, Paloma
I wanted a daughter, so in the first trimester of my second pregnancy
I lay in moonlight once a month invoking Artemis and Lilith
yin strength and the round egg of my womb.
In dreams an angel came to me saying she will be unlike you
and I agreed. In dreams the angel told me you cannot live through her
and I acquiesced again.
The angel said you know that she will leave you and I asked,
“Is this a test?” For I am myself a daughter, I know I cannot hold her
longer than she will stand for it.
Is that why you are weeping even now? the angel asked.
“No, I’m thinking of my mother,” I said to the moonlight,
to the empty room, to my daughter
who was cooing like a gray dove, suspended in the nest
I’d constructed just for her.
First appeared in Ann’s collection Abundance/Diminishment
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