Motherhood is a State of Hypervigilance
Open arms gathering all so wide to hold everyone horizontally growing, this way, flat in this way capturing each
pellet stream
danger, failure to possess
holding what cannot be held
natural, weightless impact of pressure in tons
separate, prostrate time
the weather of wails
appetites
a thin sliver of wax or wood between one time and another what is the impact
between one time and another more time and more succeeding separations caroling he is coming
State
It is a fish It is a whale the only food I have eaten
is from the floor as not from the floor
The wicked carport, it is hell, it is hopscotch
It is a gash It is forever falling on your right knee It is smooth It is white and
glossy with pure bright blood
It shines on the lip of a milk-sated infant soft like a kitten
white kitten soft baby It is a fish It is a whale It is cold
It wants to be touched like you It is soft you cannot imagine
Imagine I am saying do it
Fish, whale, ship
Caducity, the falseness of TV, the food I could still eat in Casablanca
It is a truck, it is a grain
It is a fish, It is a whale, It is a garbage truck the only word I know
is garbage, ice cream, gorilla
You are, baby
the fish the whale the skylark
you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you
You have
It is
The naturalized beast
The scar
We are
It is
soft
do it I am telling you
I announce
It is