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J.A. Lagana

At the kitchen table, maybe in the afternoon

I tell my mother

I am pregnant

and she says

oh, isn’t that wonderful

and smiles

then says

there is much to be done

and I imagine

all we’ll do together

in preparation

for this first child

we are all

thrilled to welcome

except the chair

where my mother sits

in this dream

and the wrap dress

she is wearing

are not


The table

between us,

wider than

the decades since her death.

She glances

my way momentarily

as if I am vaguely familiar.


J. A. Lagana is a writer, poet, and editor from Pennsylvania. Her work appears in the Atlanta Review, Naugatuck River Review, the Paterson Literary Review, and elsewhere.


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