My daughter’s body

by Eve Louise Makoff


Arms tightly folding me
Into soft as a pink shell 
Sweet as the night Jasmine 
Pouring over sandstone planters 
As we walk, the moon over the mountains
Silhouettes of curving bodies
Or guitars singing of erasing history
Enveloping new paths
Insisting to exist 
Rejecting decimation
Sweet milk in a potter’s teacup
Like the mother I never had


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Eve Louise Makoff is an internal medicine and palliative care physician and a writer.