Cold Mother II

In January
cold winds blew in cold baby, eyes like mine
a heart murmured, an objection that soon
left no trace

I dip my toes in
frigid sighing frozen seas
just beyond the topaz
there is darkness

I mistake
dichotomies for choices
I segregate
one thing from the other

I prefer
a life lived bleeding into and out of
drafty spaces
things without names

January
cold mothers with ice-stricken children
Oh life, I am endangered flesh
I am but encrypted womb

I am mother, and I am daughter
I am
a thing
without voice

call to me
by my name, without objection
rightful heart
leave no trace but my name

call to me
mother, mother
call to me
call to me

call to me