Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Sunday Night Dinner

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Corn silks tangle
between my wet fingers.
My husband plays guitar,
the notes like water over rocks.
Corn in the pot,
meat in the oven,
child in the bath, too big
for me to bathe him.
Sweating skin,
crickets croaking,
windows open,
child soaking.


Elaine Gilbert has had poetry previously published in Exquisite Corpse, B-City, and Literary Mama. A graduate of the Creative Writing Program at San Francisco State University, she lives in the suburbs of Philadelphia with her two sons, her husband, and Tucker the dog.


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I'm in that cozy scene with you - lovely -thank you
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