New Poetry by JD DeHart

Cling

the way the small one clings

you can tell she is a biter

with rows and rows of teeth

belied by the sweet expression

she gnaws the tender hand

of mother, will one day

break away, like all children do,

barely call, certainly not write

(who writes any more?)

arranging her own fragmented

adulthood from whatever scraps

she can find around a local bar

- JD DeHart

JD's writing has appeared in Eye On Life Magazine and Eunoia Review, among other publications.