Kelly DuMar

 

“…who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet’s heart when

caught and tangled in a woman’s body?”

~ Virginia Woolf, A Room Of One’s Own

 

THIS WEIGHT

 

Your question hangs

consequence; you must balance being a

woman against any truth your wonder

might reveal. There is only a window

and this insufficient light. Unanswered,

thin as air above the weight of

 

You must discover what balance is –

how it proves weight, not worth. This is

a test. Any gift costs more than what you

bargained for. If his necklace – some

pearls tied in silken knots – weighs

as much as

your imagination –

linking word by word beyond

borders, which can you afford

to lose?

 

Does the baby he’s expecting

weigh as much as a voice no one

hears? When you came into this

world who weighed you?

How much were you wanted

and what is a poem worth –

compared to

                                nothing?

 

 

 

 

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