Blankets (Stardust)
When you were born,
shivering,
you already held,
everyone you could have
given to the world,
the same as your mother,
and hers before;
all hoops joined in chain,
I see when I watch
the women with exhausted,
purple eyes, falling asleep
on their husbands’ shoulders,
under the digital readouts on
healthy eating in the first trimester,
billing costs for reserve scans.
The same as when
I hold you,
glacial,
I hold all the ghosts
of troubled teenage nights,
that wash away,
against light of
next thousand lifetimes,
we hold together.
