Nor’easter by Daisy Bassen

We invented a time machine.

The lights went out, every one

And we lost a hundred years, flicked away.

The night stretched out, a taffy-pull.

The baby kept her own clock

And found her way by scent,

Under the Shalimar, the sweat

That collects beneath my breast,

Beyond familiar—self.

The dark gave us a chance

To talk at midnight, medieval.

We had enough candles not to light them.



Daisy Bassen is a practicing psychiatrist and poet. She has been published in Oberon, The Sow’s Ear, AMWA Literary Review, The Opiate, SUSAN|The Journal, Arcturus and Adelaide Literary Review and has several pending publications. She lives in Rhode Island with my husband and children.

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