Our Father

Beautiful baby
With your head cut off
Why didn’t they bury you then?
Instead they left you
With your eyes wide open
To do it yourself


Hail Mary

Crazy lace
And basement days
And stars and apples
His tongue in your mouth
His shame on your face
No man or child
Could ever erase
Baby booties
A fur-lined muff
I wish you had only once
Said Enough

Amy Hegarty is an editor and writer in New York City. She has a Master’s in English from New York University and a Bachelor’s in English from Rutgers University.