motherhood – Magic Mama

postpartum

it took a year for it / to die, shelled and / alone in a far corner of / the unkempt living room.

i've grown feral.

the one with the match / gets no credit for the heat.

I rose with the sun / and the swift love

skin to skin / blood and breath.

it offends by / simply existing

a fire / a trough / a pill

Is every day perfect? Absolutely not. Is it good enough? Better than I expected, even? Yes. Yes it is.

You don't have to get dirt under your fingernails to be a good mother.

He's this whole entire other person and it's happened in secret.