Turning a Corner
Five years into your child’s illness,
when you can no longer conceive of life
without its dank presence, you see
a blanched sky bearing a trace of rose
and the moon, risen huge—
an affront like your lover’s face
turned toward you for the last time,
his sweet, rescinded body a scaffold
you once clung to. Radiant in departure,
he gazed back, bright as this orb God raises
to say, Look. This is what I can do.
This is what I refuse to do for you.
“Turning a Corner” first appeared in B O D Y.