At Squire Point

Julia Anna Morrison

I remember I have a child, vaguely
He wears a raincoat, tiny pine trees on his sailor shoesI will have to give him away, very slowly
when winter comes. First one night a week, and then two.Stars on one ceiling: fishes on anotherPapa is asleep, I say.
I will always want to touch you, I said when he left me.It won’t happen all at once, he said.First the closets of his winter coats. I braced myself.
It’s a million little things: his skin, the tongues of his shoesI should have never given birth. I feel a color
he left in my stomach when I am alone, a shovel markAt quiet hour, I hear his papa and I talking before he was born
Our childless voices, our love over the waterBut these woods are made of dry paper;
I was right; I could not give birth without losingNow he asks if I will be his mama
for all of the timeIf those are leaves falling down off my orange shirt. God,what blankets will I choose for his second bed. Are the trees
against the windows safe.Once I lost my glove in a city. Somehow it matters then
that I was in love and this had never happened.

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Julia Anna Morrison is a Pushcart-nominated poet from Alpharetta, Georgia. She has an MFA from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop and a BA in English from the University of Georgia. She is a 2014 Nightboat Books Poetry Prize finalist, a recipient of the Friedman Fellowship from the University of Iowa and a 2014 Yaddo Residency Fellow. Julia has taught creative writing at the University of Iowa, the Iowa Young Writers’ Studio, Iowa Summer Writing Festival, and to students through the Iowa Youth Writing Project. Currently she lives in Iowa City where she teaches Screenwriting at the University of Iowa and co-edits Two Peach with Catherine Pond.

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