Tag: birth

  • Cold Mother II

    Cold Mother II

    In Januarycold winds blew in cold baby, eyes like minea heart murmured, an objection that soonleft no trace I dip my toes infrigid sighing frozen seasjust beyond the topazthere is darkness I mistakedichotomies for choicesI segregateone thing from the other I prefera life lived bleeding into and out ofdrafty spacesthings without names Januarycold mothers with…