I found this poem breathtaking (literally) in its imagery and in the way it spiral-sidesteps to an emotional climax. I would also suggest that if you're already feeling wibbly, perhaps Don't Go There. Or perhaps do.
"Prayer for My Unborn Niece or Nephew"
~ Ross Gay
(
their child will emerge with ten fingers,
and toes, howling, and his mother will hold
his gummy mouth to her breast and the stars
will hang above them and not one bomb
will be heard through that night )
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I think I found it cathartic, but depending on the day or the hour, I know it could so easily go the other way.
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