sometimes you read
a news story so horrific
it propels you into
the bedrooms of your
sleeping children
where you listen
in the dark
for their exhalations
stand sentinel over
their inert forms
take in the scent of them
their perfume and
tennis shoe stink
reassure yourself
they still exist
Sara Anderson is a native Iowan. She earned her MFA in Creative Writing from Hamline University. She lives in the Twin Cities with her husband and daughter. She has an affinity for tuxedo cats.
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