My daughter creates a silhouette of us,
my figure carried within her own
as once my body did hers.
We are black and white images,
opposites and oppositional,
a disordered flight of butterflies,
rising. I am encapsulated,
absorbed. I burrow deep,
let her carry me into the next world,
a small fluttering no one sees.
Silhouettes
LeAnne Hunt (she/her) grew up in the Midwest and now lives in Orange County, California. She is a regular at the Two Idiots Peddling Poetry reading at the Ugly Mug in Orange. She has poems published in Cultural Weekly, Spillway, Harpy Hybrid Review, and Lullaby of Teeth: An Anthology of Southern California Poets. She publishes a blog of writing prompts and apologies at leannehunt.com.