Madeleine Barnes is a poet, visual artist, and doctoral fellow in English Literature at the Graduate Center, CUNY. Her debut poetry collection, You Do Not Have To Be Good, was recently selected as the winner of Trio House Press' open reading period, and will be published in 2020. She is the author of three chapbooks, most recently Women's Work, forthcoming from Tolsun Books, and Light Experiments (Porkbelly Press, 2019). She serves as Poetry Editor at Cordella Magazine, a publication that showcases the work of women and non-binary writers and artists. She earned an MFA in Creative Writing from NYU in 2016, and she teaches at Brooklyn College.





Madeleine Barnes

Dreamscape with Embryo

In my dream you were grape-sized and wanted milk. I had sparkling water, no milkbottle, but I watched you bloom, you who I might never give birth to because of my life is governed by medicine. Is there a remedy? Last winter I sat in the library as though inside the beak of a bird reading a study on women who stopped their medications in order to become pregnant — many terminated one third of the way through, as life had become dire, unlivable. I pressed the pages flat with fingertips like kerosene. Child who my father so badly wants to meet, should I pass on this linage of pills, mirrors, curved spines, anxiety, postpartum, hospital gowns — to you? Would you be like me, undoing the latticework of your body with rituals when pain splinters the nesting bowl? I would talk you through it. Once, I told my mother that being alive meant always being worried about death — I would rather be a drop in the ocean, or a prism. Ungrateful! If you weren’t born, how could you be loved? She said. Must something be conscious in order to be loved? Little fleck of gold — tell me what you want. I’ll clear the area, dilate, iron-infused, see what I can make with blood and flesh, wait at the ruby-red station of withdrawal to stop shaking, for sleep to return. I know the risks: uncontrollable crying, seizures, delirium, vomiting, tremors. Soft anonymous: let me know. You do not have to be grateful. You do not have to be good.




Glass: A Journal of Poetry is published monthly by Glass Poetry Press.
All contents © the author.