the baby's a girl, she's a shefat hand in mouth, my mouth
our mouths. the cocoon made
same, same, same, same.
mothers can't see you at all.
children don't see you at all.
i remember myself to you.
today is light and wind
flickering leaves against our window.
your eyes follow me
make outline of shadow.
tiny moth, baby butterfly
scream dust and long nights,
suck breast, sluice juice.
i am silenced with motherhood.
your hands are working hands.
they make me.
image richard gray
poem maggie may ethridge
