In a few days I will return to Muhlenberg College for the IWWG Summer Conference. Looking through my journal from last year and found this poem I wrote in Myra Shapiro’s workshop on July 21, 2016.
The mole on mama’s chin;
Bangs that landed two inches above her brow
A temper that flashed when I rubbed her the wrong way
She is attached to me by an umbilical of wounds.
The white dress she stitched for my Phi Mu Pledge Dance
The goodbye she waved to the back of a Greyhound bus
“I wrote you everyday in my mind” she scrawled on that last birthday card.
A single ovary produced a daughter who never bore fruit.
Who left her never to return.
More than a container of seeds.
I trace the lines on my palm and the furrow between my brow.
I revisit scars that map a lifetime.
I touch the mole on my chin.
Once removed only to return.
July 21, 2016