edges (after roe v. wade)

My poem “edges” has 134 lines. One for each paragraph of the Roe V. Wade decision, which in it’s own words is about “one’s exposure to the raw edges of human existence.”

the black becoming blue of morning after

the toilet stall of white becoming pink

the still raised red the heat of fresh slapped face

the metal slot of a just-locked drugstore door

the papercut of peace denied

the growl the car makes right before it dies

the grazing gown on grateful thighs

the salted corner of your day-stretched eye

the fast-eroding sand becoming sea

the fraying hairs closest to your temple

the names of god you call when no one listens

the tether on your ankle while you drown…

You can read the whole poem on Truthout here: https://truthout.org/articles/dont-forget-the-people-most-impacted-by-loss-of-roe-people-on-the-edges/