Watermelon Seeds

I have never felt you, but I saw your beady blue
transparency in the hand of a stranger.
She drained you and the mucous,
she strained you just to have you,

and I do not know you but I feel you.
And I wonder if you are the same,
or if you are even you,

and in this mood I am careful, and thick.

I dreamed about curious habits and
watermelon seeds; slick, black beginnings
buried deep in moist protein.
I woke up, choking on raw meat, trying
to swallow your well-being.

And I have not held you, but every day
I feed you,
and water you
and let you grow,

because, although I do not know you,
I want you.

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11 thoughts on “Watermelon Seeds

  1. Love this one Maggie. Especially these lines:

    I dreamed about curious habits and
    watermelon seeds; slick, black beginnings
    buried deep…

  2. Always love to read your fantastic words Maggie Mae…I love the flow of this one..A great spill from your wonderful pen…

  3. Maggie Mae, I re-read your new poems a couple of times each because I’m dim and it takes me a while to feel I understand some of them. Others are quite clear to me and I worry for you. I have lost a child as well. it never goes away, does it? I must apologize – I don’t Facebook. I know you’ll do great!

  4. All I can say is… “wow” very interesting piece. I wonder what my workshopping classmates would’ve thought about this one πŸ˜‰ I bet they would’ve loved it. Great work.

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