“Blood Knot”

Ploughshares, 43, no. 1, Spring 2017

This is the latching on.

You are shelter and source, and this is the smell of only you. The hands that hold and lift and swaddle, the mouth that smiles and sings me, the eyes that look me into being: yours. This is the skin to skin. I cry to make the hungry stop and you come. This is the We.

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