Postpartum

By ERICA EHRENBERG

To have a blind spot
there must be
a surrounding clarity.
Being a mother
brings me the world
I have already
blindly traveled.
Now being home
is a kind of homesickness
and the old chairs
look like relics
from a fire. Children
clear rooms
and open windows
as if they had been leading you
this whole time,
from life to life.

Erica Ehrenberg‘s work has appeared in journals and anthologies including The New York Review of Books, The Paris Review, BOMB Magazine, and The New Republic. She is currently training to become a psychoanalyst.

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Postpartum

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