your father saw you first, the quick arrival of a bent moon he sliced the tether and fumbled his words. before i saw you: love, love, love tossed heavy across the bed there was never if, only when. our first hellos slapped loud and quick as a screen door skin to skin blood and breath. you, quiet as a garden cycled like a chameleon: indigo, violet, plum magic i held you to me and offered gold.
Magic Mama 