Tentative Title: Dead Babies.
The three of us
Sit there
Sewing holes
In tiny socks
Three generations
Of careful
Needlepoint
We weave in
Synchronicity
Each loop
Part of our dance
Up and around
And down again
Grandmother
Mother
Daughter
Protecting tiny toes
Up and around
And down again
We are sitting up
With our backs straight
Nothing around us
But flesh
On flesh
On flesh
Up and around
And down again
Each of us
Cross our legs
Carefully
On mountains
Of tiny bodies
With tiny toes
Growing cold
Up and around
And down again
