I try to feel my own edges in the low light. I send my mind to the outer edges of me — where do I end?I send myself to m — Jessica Bates, Birth & What Came After: poems on motherhood

I try to feel my own edges in the low light. I send my mind to the outer edges of me — where do I end?I send myself to m — Jessica Bates, Birth & What Came After: poems on motherhood

I try to feel my own edges in the low light. I send my mind to the outer edges of me — where do I end?I send myself to m — Jessica Bates, Birth & What Came After: poems on motherhood

I try to feel my own edges in the low light. I send my mind to the outer edges of me — where do I end?I send myself to m — Jessica Bates, Birth & What Came After: poems on motherhood

I try to feel my own edges in the low light. I send my mind to the outer edges of me — where do I end?I send myself to m — Jessica Bates, Birth & What Came After: poems on motherhood

I try to feel my own edges in the low light. I send my mind to the outer edges of me — where do I end?I send myself to my innermost edges,and I see that in both directions I am infinite.

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

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