Amniotics spilt, and semiotics rupture;

There are no words, just raw screams and suckles.

Child of God, child of man – no difference:

New life is unmoored emotion,

a wide sea of tears and sick,

one desire: to feed, to gather more, be mother-close.

But God won’t stay.

Controlled crying.

Separation an immediate fact post-partum:

we must learn to settle ourselves and enjoy the moments we have together.

Foretastes of another rupture to come,

a larger curtain rent, another cry of pain

when we’ll be thrown down into

Mother’s hands, never to leave them.


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