Olivia McCannon


Once you were a frozen dead girl
I rescued from a lake too late.
I zipped you into my jacket and held you
against me for hours until I felt
your warm breath moisten the air again.
We walked into the city - so many people. But we couldn't
find your parents anywhere.
The other time I had you on a cushion
under a shawl in a shopping basket,
birth presents tucked around you.
We were both younger then.
I raised the blanket to watch you as you slept
and under it were hard-limbed plastic dolls
with glossy eye-whites and shellac lashes
staring at the sky behind my back.


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