I have heard many things about what it’s like to be a mother.
Some say you lose a part of who you are
and those pieces
illuminate the insides of this new body.
Others say it’s like having a second heartbeat
that walks around outside of you
but you can always hear it’s thud.
If this is the case
I have birthed more entities than I can hold in my arms.
For every time I write something new
the whole in my chest becomes slightly more excavated...
Days pass and I go on lonely,
but then the child of my words
peers over the edge,
smiles at me
and offers my body something for shade.