For Magdalena

confused with creation
as I felt our creation kick:
nestled, shaded
plucked and pink

supine and stoic,
a tiny tendril of what would become, for us,
a sweetly ubiquitous

our entire lives,
one dappled, sleepy,
sunday afternoon.


Sarah Gajkowski-Hill works as a writer at the University of Houston. She has had recent poems published in the Josephine Quarterly and Amygdala. She enjoys classic rock and listening to her children play Legend of Zelda theme music on the family’s piano.

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