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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Anina Robb


New Mom

The Tabby cat sheds all over the house, the sofa, my shorts, the dining room floor. He leaves his hair behind the way I wish I could leave my head behind. New baby babbling in a bouncy seat. Summer days full of sun and brightness and the last thing I want is to be happy. The shadow of the dogwood on the walk and each leaf is an old lover laughing at me. I am trapped inside this swollen body. I do not remember the words to the lullaby. The moon like a forgotten blossom in a too blue sky. There is nothing beautiful about it. It will fade away today. Soon no one will even remember it was there.