Amelia Foster wrote a baby poem

by Feng

ourflowishard:

Baby girl

dignified, nose in the air

wide eyed, wet eared

shivers her way through the two-step

lockjaw slip-n-slide.

Hey, baby.

I can see inside of you.

You are a smooth and tender system.

Baby shows me more than the whites of her eyes.

I flip her all the way over

pancake on a griddle

butter spots, bloated cysts.

She skates her way across my palate

water on fur.

I haven’t a thing to do with my teeth, baby.

They keep rhythm

clench on the tines of the fork.

-af

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