WITH CHILD
She was still just a
kid...having a kid. A child
carrying a child.
And next year...pregnant again
breeding her own misery.
*******
BEARING IT
Baby held over
her left shoulder...asleep now.
Trail of puke down back
belly full-blown with next one
bruise badly hidden with make up.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kid-about-it-tankas/
