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 straightÂ
Nothing around us
But flesh
On fleshÂ
On flesh
Up and aroundÂ
And down againÂ
Each of usÂ
Cross our legsÂ
Carefully
On mountainsÂ
Of tiny bodies
With tiny toes
Growing cold
Up and around
And down again
