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Recognition

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He’d been crying.
Now, I’m back.
His mouth, overflowing
with breast milk, drips over
my stomach, when he stops
sucking to look at me, relieved.
Shamelessly happy.
The way new lovers
stop kissing for a moment
just to look at each other
still shocked to have found
each other, and now
to be held, to behold!

The way I used to give myself
over and over to strangers.
Even if I was used and rejected,
it was always worth it.

I’d do it over and over again
and that’s how I knew
it was worth it.


Carla Drysdale’s first book of poems, Little Venus, was published by Toronto’s Tightrope Books in 2010. Her poems have been published in such literary journals as PRISM International , Wolf Willow, The Same, LIT, the Literary Review of Canada, Canadian Literature, The Fiddlehead, Global City Review, Confrontation, Come Horses, 97 Inc. and in the anthology, Entering the Real World: VCCA Poets on Mt. San Angelo. She is currently completing her second manuscript of poems, All Born Perfect. She recently won the Earle Birney Poetry Prize for her poem “Inheritance,” awarded by PRISM International.


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Lovely. I remember those days.
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