She Delivers She
Blood, sweat, tears Are you not her essence? Bent neck, forehead to earth, Swan on the hunt Infant flesh pressed on bone, Tendons pulsing under her delicate arch Milk stain on cerulean blue Silk skimming water hoisted Skyward eruptive Baby yanks Her cinnamon-wrapped bun Heavy, effortless Reeling back, unbridled laughter Retreat, compose Under their ubiquitous gaze Is it too much, too little? Too lean, too round? Come across a certain way? Skin kissed by the two-faced sun Nothing a little toxin won’t heal Defy nature for nature is unkind To her, all floral and musk Between her high-waisted trousers, wedged heels Kaftan and bare feet Destiny awaits Mother, not mother Blood lets; sweat comes; tears fall Damned if she does, damned if she doesn’t Get the timing just right Baby now, job later Job now, baby later No babies, job forever Babies, babies, babies Cries ringing, laptop in lap Naptime in 5, supper in 10 She can do it a...
