Poem for a Daughter ‘I think I’m going to have it,’ I said, joking between pains. The midwife rolled competent sleeves over corpulent milky arms. ‘Dear, you never have it, we deliver it.’ A judgement… View Post

January 14: I register her birth, which is to say, somebody writes it on paper. My face is a cave. We walk round town but nowhere’s open. She hangs from me, small weight. I’m meat, heavier than… View Post