Deborah A Miranda Poems

—a found poem

Each grief has its unique side.
Choose the one that appeals to you.
Go gently.
...

This is how it is with me:
so strong, I want to draw the egg
from your womb and nourish it in my own.
I want to mother your child made only
...

You plan an uncomplicated path
through Colorado's red dust,
around the caustic edge of Utah's salt flats
a single night at a hotel
...

Maybe all losses before this one are practice:
maybe all grief that comes after her death seems tame.
I wish I knew how to make dying simple,
...