she would put the baby out
in the snow, for winter sleep
when there was talk
of too much crying
and of that weak
style of mothering -
that was too indulgent,
raised too many
spoiled, ungrateful
children.
a cure-all for the colic,
was a baby
in a well-bundled snowsuit -
tucked in deep,
watching snowflakes
heap and gather into folds
between the rib cage,
of her pink bassinet.
and soon, baby sleeps
and mother rests
on the new chesterfield,
smoking,
her last cigarette.
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Sabrina Ito's poems have appeared in Bamboo Ridge, Clarion Magazine, Slipstream Press, and Coachella Review, among others. She is also the author of poetry chapbooks, The Witches of Lila Springs (Plan B Press, 2018) and Messages from Salt Water (Finishing Line Press, 2019).
For more information, visit Sabrina’s website: https://sabrinaitopoetry.com
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