somehow overnite her mouth was wet.
the slide of milk on thimble.
little squall, wing breathed, a sign
of things to come.
baby how far you have come.
all the way home to your momma.
i hold her in the flat hot.
her thigh fat and tilted nose
toward the heat and the long stem,
the milk yellow bud of the sun.
she nurses like a hairless fox.
a cub in the cave of my arms.
i lick the blush fuzz on top her head,
clean the warm light of her eyes with my tears.
each day brings unbearable joy.
broken like yolk in the fever of your face.
maggie may ethridge
april 4 2011, for Ever Elizabeth
48 minutes ago
