Poems for and pictures of the sweetest sequel I could imagine to my favorite love story. A record of motherhood with its requisite bliss and baggage.
Thursday, April 21, 2016
Milk of Human Meaning
I pour out my life in mason jars
Measuring meaning in ounces
Performing my daily miracle
Transform the water into weight
Into rolls around the knee
Into sleep on a taut belly
Into a spine that sits up straight.
I spend my day in friction
The constant act of pulling forth
Contractions left over from the birth I didn't have
Squeezing drop by drop into the jar.
The bulging cycle consumes me
Minute after minute the fear of not enough,
The fear of overflow. I sink my heart
Into glass jars all creamy white and cold.
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