Amy Katherine Cannon
Laboring
rearing back against walloping pain
a rat trapped in a maze of self
one's own body, traitorous
nature has never cared
how much we suffer
in attending her sacred offices
of reduplication, proliferation
at any individual cost,
extravagant with casualties:
we visit cruelties on ourselves
and each other for the sake
of what we believe in
but the body persists
in clenching a downed wire:
experience, unadulterated.
Two Weeks
To nurse
To nuzzle
To nestle
To nest
To rest
To sleep
Too little
To swaddle
To settle
To clean up
Spit up
To sit
To pat
To have
To hold
To huddle
To hover
To whisper
To cry
When he cries
To realize—
To reify