Winter’s Own Infertility
Contributed by Smc Lopez
“I expect a child,”
They never had conversations.
Whenever air stilled between them,
his singular want coldly repeated
this chant, “A son.”
Her hands worked the ulu
cleanly to snake a pattern
against the animal’s skin.
Aumatik – a coat to warm the life
that would ebb inside her
- should her womb ever thaw.