Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

He Sleeps through the Night

inside the room, the panic of social abyss...
still, I watched in rapt incomprehension
the fateful scene without veto
when Jessica, the fourteen-year-old
in hand-me-down shorts and tee,
handed her baby over to Millie,
with a false smile and stuttered,
“he sleeps through the night.”

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Prompt: hand-me-down, hand-me-up, or hand-me-over