And as the milk begins
to flow, so do my tears.
“Mommy loves you,
Hunter Seth. No matter
what, Mommy loves you.”
He looks up at me
with spectacular green
eyes and, around my
very sore nipple, smiles
a toothless baby smile.
Now You Might Think
That tender scene might make
me change my mind, and truthfully,
I have thought twice.
But I don’t want to think again.
I MapBlast directions to Robyn’s
apartment, load a small ice chest
with soda, to fight the wah-wahs
sure to strike on my way home.
If it gets too late, promise me
you’ll stop and spend the night,
Mom insists. Here’s some money.
She hands me a crisp $100 bill.
Suddenly it strikes me that I
haven’t even thought about the money
end of the transaction to come.
Lucky me. A hundred will just
about cover it. Still, if prices
haven’t risen with inflation,
another hundred will score