I LOSE YOU AT MY MOTHER’S HOUSE

content warning: miscarriage

i go to the field to gather green

glimmering green, green like the eyes

of my mother. fertile she lodged me

green abed her grasses, pastures soft

around me like leafy fern. from

green waters and thicket, i was born

wearing spring, like all newborn things,

petal-faced and winking in the light,

my heartbeat humming the dawn

with the wren. but at my mother's

house y…