diaric, poetry

My baby loves a soak

when she is one for whom we
write love letters long after she’s gone.

when you learn about foremilk and hindmilk.
when late-stage capitalism threatens to keep you
from home.

when the bleeding lingers.
when the deep is her sleep.

when i remembered the power of my own voice



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