Updated: Nov 7, 2019
after "State Bird" by Ada Limon
Confession: I did not want to be a mother.
Sleepless late nights and a dozen late-night jobs,
Sore feet off-beat, sweet sweet summertime
baby blues- I’m still paying my dues;
I pay yours too; one pound of flesh more
like seven pounds and seventy new fears and
seven-hundred more reasons to be alive.
Not even the argument from new nursing-mother hormones
could sway my alley-cat paranoia of a relationship
deeper and more terrifying and more delicate
than anything I’d ever know again.
But now my galaxy lives and breathes in your eyes
and I see you in the face of every girl I meet,
and every girl I meet in the constellation Aries.