Lori Desrosiers’ books are The Philosopher’s Daughter, Salmon Poetry, 2013, Sometimes I Hear the Clock Speak, Salmon Poetry, 2016 and Keeping Planes in the Air, Salmon 2020. Two chapbooks, Inner Sky and typing with e.e. cummings, are from Glass Lyre Press. Their poems have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies. They hold an MFA in Poetry from New England College. They teach in the Lesley University MFA program and in Cutthroat Journal’s online mentorship program. They edit Naugatuck River Review, a journal of narrative poetry and Wordpeace.co, an online journal for social justice. They live and write in Westfield, Massachusetts.
We Keep Being Born
We can’t keep up, what world is this,
oscillation of sheets, thwap of hail,
concentric circles of death, new deaths.
Who are we in this life, whose embrace
have we lost, how old is old when
being born is the same as dying?
To my Daughter, a Dream
You were getting married
you wore a cream-colored dress made of
the softest flowing fabric, decorated
with gold buttons and there was a hat—
banded with red and black ribbons,
I don’t remember the style.
Half-awake I thought about the fabric,
whether it might be cotton or silk
knitted or woven, how you looked
so beautiful in it, wondered where
I could buy it for you. Imagined having
a party where you could wear a dress like that—
I know you don’t want to get married.