Two Poems by Leah Mueller

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beach tumbleweed captured by Leah Mueller “beach tumbleweed” captured by Leah Mueller


I don’t blame you,
I blame your mother
and the three months you
spent in limbo, as if
you were still in the womb
draining the embryonic fluid
while fretting, knowing
a change would come,
and it most assuredly
would not be good.
You live in that space
between arms,
those appendages
that refuse to embrace you,
and are rendered helpless
by your constant need
for touch, no matter
who offers it.
I have the larger hands,
but they are too small to cover
the gulf that separates you
from the very thing you
desire the most.
Those first three months
of your life,
in the Catholic orphanage,
watching the nurses pass
your crib, as you cried,
you learned that it was
best to say nothing
and to refuse security-
but five decades later,
you still extend your arms
and beg for entry

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