One day his fingers will grow knobby, he will start to sag. I pray to the goddesses, the gods, the eggs, the clouds, the — Jessica Bates, Birth & What Came After: poems on motherhood

One day his fingers will grow knobby, he will start to sag. I pray to the goddesses, the gods, the eggs, the clouds, the — Jessica Bates, Birth & What Came After: poems on motherhood

One day his fingers will grow knobby, he will start to sag. I pray to the goddesses, the gods, the eggs, the clouds, the — Jessica Bates, Birth & What Came After: poems on motherhood

One day his fingers will grow knobby, he will start to sag. I pray to the goddesses, the gods, the eggs, the clouds, the — Jessica Bates, Birth & What Came After: poems on motherhood

One day his fingers will grow knobby, he will start to sag. I pray to the goddesses, the gods, the eggs, the clouds, the — Jessica Bates, Birth & What Came After: poems on motherhood

One day his fingers will grow knobby, he will start to sag. I pray to the goddesses, the gods, the eggs, the clouds, the trees. I pray to the wind that he will grow old and die well.

— Jessica Bates, Birth & What Came After: poems on motherhood

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