Goodnight, Sweetheart


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Hunter Liguore is an award-winning writer, whose work has been received internationally, including her screenplay, Everylife, a 18-time festival winner in 2019/2020  [+]

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Oh, my daughter son, my child,

you were so young

when I sent you off to win the war

on women’s rights

but instead, you returned to me

bearing the wounds of a man

shell-shocked in the trenches

 

Your grandmother, if you could’ve known her,

lived by one rule—Just be.

Just be what?   yourself? happy?
Don’t finish it, she’d say—

            And don’t let others do it for you.

To just be is hard enough work to do in one life.

 

I once asked,

But how will I recognize you, daughter son, my child?

You smiled.

I got it fast.

 

Then we cut off your breasts

and put them in a jar

like lightning bugs for everyone to see

We lit them on fire in the backyard grill

Ashes to embers and back to life again

dropped in the wind

at the playground

where we tore up your dresses

 

Oh my daughter son, my child,

I pulled you out of my womb

Brushing off the fluid of an unnamed life

Let you suck the potion from my breast

and when you were full, I rubbed your belly

kissed your cheek, and whispered,

 

Goodnight, sweetheart,

tomorrow, when you wake,

I’ll welcome you home a man.

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Tony Martello · ago
Bravo! I felt this one in and below my chest! Check out my entry, "Maize of Color" in the short fiction section of this contest and feel free to vote if you like it! Tony
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Lee Robin · ago
Love it!!!
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Hunter Liguore · ago
Thank you!