Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood

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they sit round a knee-high table,
hair tangled and strawberry jelly
clinging to mouths, shirts, fingers

they talk of death
and Velcro shoes

and when i die my body will be in the mud and
i will have bones, but no skin.

of juice boxes
and assassinations

the white guys, they wanted everything to stay the
same and that guy who was the King wanted things to
change so everybody could ride on the bus, but then the
white guys shot him with a gun.

of infertility and
Halloween costumes

why doesn't Jack have a baby sister like mine?

of god and
the monkey bars

if my mom says I can't, then i heard
god can still say yes.

Rachel Iverson, former poetry editor of Literary Mama, teaches Humanities at a private school in Manhattan. In 2009, she will complete an M.F.A. in fiction from Sarah Lawrence College. She has taught writing workshops in New York and Los Angeles, and she has studied writing at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. Her writing has appeared in anthologies, print journals and online magazines, including Literary Mama: Reading for the Maternally Inclined, The Berkeley Fiction Review, Onthebus, dotmoms, and The Philosophical Mother, among others. She and her husband have a son and a daughter and are looking forward to adding a third child to their family through adoption in the fall of 2009.

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