Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
I Tell My Son Last Kiss

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His dry lips touch mine. He murmurs the story
about a lost shadow, a clock and crocodile.
He points to the ceiling, traces the sticker stars:
this star his, that star mine. I tell him last kiss.

Tonight, stone-carved newsmen stand in front of a school.
Every mother with a child in the bathtub or a child eating
leftover pizza feels the bang: a child’s cold bed,
a child’s folded pajamas, a child’s dry toothbrush.

Lock my love in your brain, I whisper. My son turns
an invisible key near his ear. He tongues click click.

I hear a rhythm sounding out from his bedroom:
not breath or heart, like God only more real,
more flesh, the sound of us all tumbling
toward some precipice together, the mothers,
the shooters, and all our sleeping children.


Allison Blevins’ work has appeared in such journals as Mid-American Review, the minnesota review, Raleigh Review, Sinister Wisdom, and Josephine Quarterly, among others. She is the author of the chapbooks Susurration (Blue Lyra Press, 2019), Letters to Joan (Lithic Press, 2019), and A Season for Speaking (Seven Kitchens Press, 2019), part of the Robin Becker Series.  She lives in Missouri with her wife and three children where she co-organizes the Downtown Poetry reading series and is Editor-in-Chief of Harbor Review.


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