I, to God, I will sing
Seek "I"
pasty-faced in the mirror
while hands drum the door
Imma, I need you, I really
need you.
Nur, nur, the baby pinches my shin
demanding milk.
From the corner of my eye
the hawk-swoop of my son's hand
and my daughter is wailing.
Motherhood is resisting
the blandishment
of rest. Constant
vigilance.
Pull your mouth into a smile
Focus. Split
your ears three ways.
Why did you hit your sister?
my voice a harsh caw.
The casual kicks
swats and biting. Stop
I say. I am counting
They are wildwaters
bursting all dams
I the melting mountain.
His legs kick
like a donkey's, just missing
my stomach,
I wonder how i ever
contained him
within me.
Peer through the window
as the last lights fades
enumerate and engrave the finds of the day:
a smile, a cloud, a bird, glints on water
try to awaken tomorrow
to eke out a voice
and tell it sing.
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