here we go again (phlebotomy)
Content warning: miscarriage
Another woman
holds my hand
to draw me out
Small talk of love
of home of
snow
I could go and pray
tomorrow
but today here is
This contact that
accrues,
antiphonal
Composite as
a lichen or the debris
around a planet
I’m sure none of us
is paid enough
to care this much
for others
Sarah B. Cahalan (she/her) writes about hope/grief/faith, the layers of places and how those correspond with our own layers as people moving through time and place. She has poems, current or forthcoming, in Rogue Agent, Stirring, Pinhole Poetry, EcoTheo Review, and others.