One Good Turn

In the subway, a girl screams.
A man surges at her, prick out.
This is beyond a man’s need to do
what boys do behind locked doors,
into sheets they know their mothers will touch.
At the grocery my girl buys potatoes,
we make latkes, light the menorah,
tell the story of a miracle.
I remember our own miracle,
of the one who disappeared from the sonogram,
a miscarriage in the canal.  I say,
                  no d&c, my baby will find a way out.
Days later the doctor looks again –
there she is,
clinging to her sac.
Who will see her on the platform
if a man needs her to watch –
who will see her?

from Storyscape Journal,, February 2012