Breath & Shadow

A Journal of Disability Culture and Literature

Spring 2010
Volume 7, Number 2




by Esté Yarmosh

            For Naomi



I wanted a child,

But she didn’t come. 


You have a lovely little girl here.


They didn’t tell me you’d be deaf and

Fucked up.

God didn’t say so either.

In ancient Greece,

I would have had you

Exposed, as Oedipus was --

Stranded in an open place,

So Nature would swallow you.


But he was a king

He needed to live. 

You will be no queen.


How could I have gotten

This female Quasimodo?

Your shriveled fist is cement,

Clamped down,

A floppy slab at my touch.

 Your hands are hooks,


Your fingers are spider legs,

Not wine glass stems.


I sink your head below water.


God, please take her back.


The bubbles rise.


No one wants you.


The bubbles stop.


 Especially not me.



Este Yarmosh holds a B.A. in English from Eastern Connecticut State University and she is currently studying for a Master's degree in English at Simmons College.  She has Cerebral Palsy.  Este's work has appeared in Danse Macabre.



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