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Thursday, 9 July 2020

Dispatch From the Future by Leigh Stein

In the future, we are tender.

We temper our irreverence
with intimacy.

It’s, like, slightly wonderful.

We pronounce magic
like we’re from Michigan,
and all our mothers continue
mothering, like harbors,

indefinitely.

There’s a sense of indeterminacy
with mothering and we take

turns standing like breakwaters.

Life is dangerous, wild, and yet
we welcome it.

We’re in therapy.
It’s called water.

From: https://www.mhpbooks.com/dispatch-from-the-future-four-poems-by-leigh-stein/

Date: 2012

By: Leigh Stein (1984- )