by Phyllis Wax
Are you the one who blocked the sidewalk,
called out “Murderer!”
as I walked the trembling teen
to the clinic door?
The sun’s in my eyes
Shoot me down
Now’s the time
Off to the east
the darkening lake,
a few sails heading in
Let me die with that scene in my mind,
the blinding glaze of sun
in my eyes so I can’t see the gun
or your backlit face Teach me
your lesson of life
Phyllis Wax escorts patients at an abortion clinic in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Among the publications her poetry has appeared in are Out of Line, Free Verse, Ars Medica and The New Verse News.
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