You said emotional

Like a lunar phase,

Something that could wane

In a fortnight, slipping

Full and fat into a pucker of sky.

 

You forgot how we gave birth

One night at a time.  We

Caught each other’s breath

In our hurrying mouths,

Clawed and scratched and nurtured.

 

I held on too tight, until

My grip gave way, palms full

Of ghosts and porcelain shards.

 

 

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Samantha Jacobs is an alum of the MFA writing program at Manhattanville College. She has since traded New York winters for the perpetual summer of South Florida. She previously worked on the staff of a college literary magazine, but her own work remains unpublished.