Postpartum

Nine months

to flesh you

out and then

I lose

my

mind.

But

I’ve

been

finding it

piece

by piece

until all

the edges

align.

Give

me another

nine, and

watch

the

lost 

socks

reappear,

and then I’ll

be smiling

happily

until

your cries

can

reach

my

ear.

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