Northwords Now issue29cover

I’m running late for work. The baby needs
a nappy change. In the still-dark morning
I lay her on the bed. You sit up,
as if it’s your birthday and you’ve been waiting
for this one present, which I place on your lap.

Read the rest of my new poem, recently published in Northwords Now, here.


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