pink and venom-bright: little olive

I had a baby and it didn't change me.

But that's not to say that nothing changed.

There is a face like a potato grown

Into the shape of the moon--

Pink and venom-bright--

It shimmers and blanches just a foot

Away from me.

It's always changing.

I had a baby and she's not me.

That's not the way I love her.

She looks a lot like her father, and

I think I made that happen.

I wrote about her, before, when

I was unsure about being pregnant and smoking

Cigarettes. In a dream she had red lips

brown hair and a dark soft face.

It doesn't matter if I really dreamed it.

That's not why it's important.

I had a baby and she looks at me.

Pink and venom-bright,

That's the way she looks at me.

pink and venom-bright