Untitled Pantoum

by Audrey Walker

 

Childhood lies
between booster seats and
that first boy,
I long for my home

between booster seats
and bloodied cloth,
I long for my own
not yet

bloodied clothes
ripped from tiny bodies
not yet
there is no home in war

ripped from a mother’s body
that first born
there is no home here,
childhood lies.

 

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