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Surreal Poetry
Winter Juxtaposed With Memories of Postpartum Recovery
Finding Strength in Seasons and Memories
Feverish kaleidoscope memories
hurling down in crystals,
flirting with a thousand
clouds stretching across the sky —
they’re shapeshifting,
changing their cravings,
appetites growing into storms.
Glass hidden in the floorboards,
putting cutlery in drawers,
cutting carrots and onions,
boiling, garlic scent,
sea salt dissolves.
Morning sickness always hit me
at dinner time. I remember
it would happen all of a sudden,
my disappointment
that I couldn’t eat my meal,
my husband running away
from the table.
Throwing up during labor
was much worse.
No core strength,
no way to direct the stream.
Thankful it happened when
the nurses were around,
so they could change my clothes
and give me nausea meds.