A man might not want a child
Because he has his brain to carry around.
The passenger who whispered
Clutched his head like an infant.
I understood him.
He was sick of pontificating over revisions and drafts
Until they ruined the first burst.
This is how he explained it to me.
A solitary wreck winking back tears:
“I was scared, scared of leaving my dreams behind
and no one to interpret them.”
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Fanny Howe, “Turbulence” from Love and I. Copyright © 2019 by Fanny Howe.
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