I Sit

Megan Blaney

I came out of the womb silent,

Yet at the behest of the nurse,

I took a shuddering breath

And wailed.

Decades later

I sit in a coffee shop in Manhattan.

People spill like beans around me.

And here I sit.

Here I sit.

I got into my car today

After the funeral.

I sat in silence.

Until that night, at my partner's behest

I took a shuddering breath.

I wailed.

Comments +

sorenbarrett July 27th, 2026 14:44
What a great comparison made in this short write. Nicely done

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