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    a poem by Matt Barnsley

    Baby Delilah Cries at the Moon

    blackened baby hole,
    a womb of concrete and water
    impregnated two days ago
    by fear, shame, and a rejection
    of motherly love,
    similar in means to Moses
    but with opposing ends
     

    aside from the audience
    of alley cats and garbage
    (and with the natural exception of her mother)
    an old Puerto Rican woman
    was the first to hear Delilah
    still in pseudo-utero,
    herald her own presence into the world
    with red lights
    camera crews
    and a song
    written about
    blackness
    flashlights
    and loneliness.

    Matt Barnsley is the editor and founder of New American Legends, an online literary journal focusing on sci-fi, horror, and adventure aimed at uplifting underrepresented voices. He is also the author of several plays, most notably The Play My Mother Hates. His poetry has been featured in SPIRES. He is currently working on his second novel. He resides in Minnesota with an assortment of domesticated animals. 

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