The first time I left you alone you were lying milk-drunk
against the soft flesh of my mother’s chest.
I had taken one of the samples from the changing table,
its color too bright yellow,
its compact shape too round,
its label screaming epitaphs,
“Better for brain development!”
“Easy on sensitive stomachs!”
I felt the pale mounds under my baggy, frumpy tee –
two sponges, ripe with nerves.
I showed my mother how to prepare the formula.
I thought briefly about staying.
I thought briefly about canceling my appointment.
I thought briefly about throwing my breast pump
and every failed attempt along with it
right out the broad bay window out front.
I focused instead on restraint.
And five hours later,
when my breasts roared with leonine intensity
and solitary arms ached to feel your weight in them,
I lifted you to me,
nuzzled you close,
and you turned
© Laura A. Lord, September 2018
Thank you to MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie for their prompt.
It is 1 a.m.
and you are draped across my body –
the potency of your soap
spreading across my skin.
Sleep is pounding in my skull,
but mutual lust is dripping –
a slow leak
down to my leopard print high heels.
Your mouth is pressed against my breast
and I gasp,
head thrown to the side of the bed
and our tiny room is tossed into a prism’s light,
the luminary lighting his small face in the crib
making dark eyes beam hazel
and so I slide out from beneath you.
He is crying and I take him from his bed.
I wrap him in my arms and
sidle down into the bed with him.
He is groping at my breast,
and it is 1 am
and he is draped across my body –
the smell of lavender in his hair
it’s a complete 180
and I’m spinning from woman
from desire, to nurture
from you to him.
It is 1 a.m.
and I am the light
cut from the prism’s heart.
I am one and all,
wife and mother
in leopard high heels…
© Laura A. Lord 2015
There is something odd, and yet beautiful in being a mother. It seems we always have so many different coats to wear: wife, mother, daughter, friend…Sometimes those coats seem to overlap, we slide from one thing to the other with little thought.
This was written for MindLoveMisery’s prompt.