POETRY

Clay

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Do you come back to me
to know what it’s like to miss her
for when she runs out
Do you make a copy from my body

the contour and weight
of her stomach and breasts
the strength and length
of her thighs and hair
her depth and dexterity
all mapped on me for safekeeping.

You will return to her soon —
I felt you
tonight stretching the end of me to hold her shape
as I spread like wet clay to keep from breaking

Written by Nicole Brown. Writer, mother, pie and cookie lover.