Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Lost and Found

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Barren whelk shell— flesh,
warm and enviable, once. Whorled
scars ravish bleached calcium.

Is there a conspiracy? I ask my best friend who laughs too quickly.
We're walking along Priscilla Beach two weeks beyond my mastectomy.

The Atlantic, too, has a story spilling fast beneath its veneer— vast
current, forging this island where I nurse from stapled fruit.
Luckily my babies have grown.

This ductless wound
overflows.

Twenty years from now,
will the knife hang on a rafter, replaced
by the nucleic;

will this shore find
the trodden peat, the
battered shell intact?


Christine Jones holds her MFA from Lesley University and is founder/editor-in-chief of poems2go, a public poetry project. Her poetry can be found or is forthcoming in 32 poems, Salamander, Mom Egg Review, Crab Creek Review, Cimarron Review, The Plath Project and elsewhere. She lives in Cape Cod, MA with her husband where they swim and surf in their shark-mitigating wetsuits.


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