motherhood

lately i sit, idle,

yet not idle - poised

tuned to the monitor in the kitchen

and a baby's cries.

then later-

stroking that sweaty, suckling head

feeling the tingling

of the milk letting down.

this is a new land i traversed,

and brought you with me, yet

you have not been where i have been.

my body is indented with marks that say

a mother lives here

and yours

shows not a sign.

i wonder if they know?

the girls on the street.

the ones that used to be me.

free, and laughing

in an empty cacophony.

know that yes, you belong to us

us and me.

just tell me-

what about me is so untouchable?

what part of this heart so unlovable?

since it became so full

with your beautiful baby.

every day i grow stronger

and i did it myself

grower, nurturer, nourisher

goddess

forgotten on the shelf.

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