We are left with the question of
what to do with this small pink slip
the red cells of what we
said at dinner a few weeks back
would be another grandchild for them
great grandchild, niece, nephew.
Perhaps this is a lesson in wanting or waiting or
I come to see later that there
aren’t lessons in everything or miscarriages.
They are common enough,
even after having talked names or
potential sibling interactions, you can
find yourself figuring next steps
with the wet glob of all those conversations
the inertness of it confirming the Doctor’s
somber tones, the no longer heart beat.
You are looking down at it
and you are wondering what to do.
You talked about it together and
agreed that the tree outside would do
and it is not so hard to dig such a small hole.
Even though you now live on
the other side of the country, that tree, who knows.
Probably what matters is the something
the anything you agreed on.
COREY HILL is a human rights activist, screenwriter, journalist, parent, and occasional tree climber. Journalism at The Independent, Yes!, Alternet, and more. Fiction and poetry at Cordite, Antithesis, The Moth, Sierra Nevada Review, and others.