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Breath & Shadow

A Journal of Disability Culture and Literature

Spring 2010
Volume 7, Number 2


 

 

Cement

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,

Claws,

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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