By Eve Poole
May 24, 2012
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
