Belly

Lauren Goodwin Slaughter

I’m tired, she says. We’re sleeping, he says.

Who knew a beginning could be totally quiet.

Leaf-light, footprints, a strand of hair blowing past them.

Uneven bells, the traveling.

Mushrooms pushing from this earth.

 

Art by Evie Lovett

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