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Genesis

The sky in June
rises with horns,
my grandmother’s
about her neck in gold,
and sets with chelae, claws,
pincers, the many names

for mother.
A bull gives birth
to a crab, a crab to a ram,
a ram to the cusp
of scorpion and centaur—
the sky grows full
with parturition.

How many names
for this? The looking up.
The summer stars
and all their distant
meaning. The many
names for mother.

How animal
to fit inside
another
and human
to tear our way
back out.

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Looking good mama! Every airport should have @mamava_vt lactation pods! What a difference it makes for nursing mama lugging her breast pump and a cooler full of milk. Also, inspiration to get back to the lost art of the mirror selfie from the good ol' flip-phone days.

"I understand you have to travel for work, Mama, but please learn how to video chat without covering the camera!" Or at least what I imagine/hope she's thinking. Miss my babies so much, but there will be a weekend of nothing but snuggles ahead!

Soaking up every last second of this gummy grin because it won't hide her newly cut two front teeth for long. It's all day of laundry & prep for Mama before a weekend away and more trips next week. Knowing this delicious joy is always waiting for me makes travel harder but the return home that much sweeter.

Excited for all the places this book has already taken me in 2019 and to see where we go from here in 2020. Next up, Durham, NC this weekend! If you'd like to get us out to your town, school, local coffee shop, or moms group, do reach out. Thanks for all the support and love! Follow @jkdpoetry for more poetry related updates.

These two already have a secret language. Remy smiles each time big brother looks her way, laughs at his silly sounds and songs. After a few nights of hourly wake ups, I was completely comatose this morning, so I missed seeing this, but Papa-honey was there to capture the moment. Showing me the photos, he said, "The best part of the pictures is that you were asleep!"

Captured during the maybe-15-minutes of napping today has seen after being up every hour at night. It's the perfect sleepless storm of two front teeth coming in and Mama dealing with mastitis, but how can you feel anything but love for these cheeks and snoozing pout?

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