The Victory

The Victory
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I thought you were my victory
though you cut me like a knife
when I brought you out of my body
into your life.

Tiny antagonist, gory,
blue as a bruise, the stains
of your cloud of glory
bled from my veins.

How can you dare, blind thing,
blank insect eyes?
You barb the air. You sting
with bladed cries.

Snail. Scary knot of desires.
Hungry snarl. Small son.
Why do I have to love you?
How have you won?
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Anne Stevenson

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2 thoughts on “The Victory

  1. This poem is more then meets the eye. The mother really does love her child. She is more afraid of this tiny creature who is totally dependent on her to survive then she is angry at him. Very well written.

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