Poetry

< 1 Her tiny fingers grasp my hand;

< 1 Little girl, finding comfort in your big strong arms

< 1 Newly minted humans, apparatus

< 1 During a bleak winter,

< 1 I saw her filching through the dirt

< 1 To be my friend—

< 1 a young girl in a white vest bombed

< 1 Egg hums, shell cracks

< 1 There is a certain time of day

< 1 Sitting with a blanket laid over her lap

< 1 We met I giggled

< 1 Why do women hate sex?