Should Have
In the coming month, I'll be sharing some new poems about raising my son. I'm working to complete a new collection. Should Have 1974 Six weeks since we met yet here Ray stands in my birthing room a prospective father? I’m bearing down, tearing open As I push my child free Ray blanches, drops to the floor Thwump. Baby Bird not set in my arms, instead plunked in a bassinet shrieking while staff rush to revive this man slumped on the ground. I should have known, I should have known then it was all about him.
i didn't know if i might laugh or cry. so i did both!
A powerful example of how poetry can not only be revised, but can (in the process) revise us, our memories and moments, and our lives.