My husband is calling my name. Fear
craters into my stomach and I startle
in response. I once wished he’d say my name
more often. He called me “Beautiful,”
but my name would prove he knew me,
that I was known. Now I hear my name
in a shout and I know our son is seizing
and I should come. We stand witness together,
watch his brain and body strain. I wish I never
had to hear him say my name again.
Calling My Name
Rough Drafts Only 