sure I heard what I heard.
sat straight up
moving your head in agreement.
Straight up, staring ahead,
leaning into each other,
shook like a single trunk.
Darkness crept through us,
still had the leg with the artificial knee
two years old) not a waste of money.
tough is hopping at 76?
store would sell singles instead of pairs
could save on shoes.
wouldn’t be bowlegged anymore.
sex, how does that work?
inventing ways to laugh
what it took to live.
walks the beach in no more than a wrap.
Moonlight, iridescent nacre.
and skimmers flown.
crabs deep in their holes.
jellies swarm no more.
Decades earlier she left the imprint of her body
sand with his. She searches. Fragments
hoped to find do not take shape.
Beresin retired in 2006 after thirty years in social services.
She has had poems published in CC & D, Concise Delight, Edison
Literary Review (Fall 2012), Kaleidoscope, Kotopress Loss
Journal, Mad Poets Review, MARGIE, Turks Head Review, and Voices
de la Luna. She lives in Haverford, PA, with her husband, and
enjoys and encourages the reading of poetry by her thirteen
grandchildren and one "great."