Liv


By Eve Poole
May 24, 2012 Bookmark and Share

She sleeps
tiny ribcage like a bird
breathing
in her crib

See her teeth behind
abalone lips
teeth just in
spider-leg lashes

Quiet!
Liv sleeps
under my soldier's vigil
when fear slams me
into her room
to hear her breath

Guarding the only
proof I exist
armed against her loss

Still she sleeps