Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Beneath Glass

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I would love to be a father:
To implant a piece
of myself in another person
Root seed in soil and watch
it bloom, to kiss the dome of belly
the button flipped inside out

But to be inhabited
To become a terrarium
my body overturned glass
steaming with swamp
moon valley and begonia
pebble, charcoal, moss

Then to lift that glass
and expose my second world
to thundercloud, to rain

I would rather remain intact:
My body, my body
My glass, my glass


M.K.Hall earned her MFA from New York University, where she taught creative and expository writing. Her work has appeared in publications including: The Margins, American Literary Review, and Open Letters Monthly. She has also received awards for her fiction from Glimmer Train and the Writers’ League of Texas.


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