[M45] by Romalyn Ante
[M45]
Romalyn AnteEarlier at the clinic,
a child told me he wanted to drink bleach;
certain he will never be healed.Driving on a fog-smothered road,
I cry over the sudden blossoming
of snowflakes on my windshield.
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SHARED WITH GRATITUDE
This poem appeared in Agimat by Romalyn Ante, published by Chatto & Windus, 2024. (Available on: Amazon • Bookshop)
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