The first blood drawn I drew:—
clipped too close, the fragile bed
of the baby’s fingernail opened a new red
song inside my throat. When I tell you
I wept at so little loss and fear
bloomed inside this, I mean
to say I discovered a sudden
window for my waiting,
for paring prayers—: may what
breaks rise and reach again.
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