Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.

I’m no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind’s hand.

All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square

Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.




I love that, "clear vowels rise like ballons" I can just see those airy words forming from a baby's mouth.I have that wine-y taste in my mouth right now...warmth and contentment after reading this poem. Totally made my day.

Im looking for a good camera, my previous one broke, so...any one got suggestions?

I'm so stocked up on PB&J's and ramen right now, it makes me sick. (forshizz)
So anyways, I just came back from violin and I was pressing down onto my strings so hard my fingers feel raw, down to the boneees man. Then after that, I had fricken piano. Talk about torture.
Just cut off my arms will ya?