I never think of you swaddled into pajamas that stretch
across your belly as it falls like a shifting topography — in love
already with the bare black cord and meconium of you
the red-gummed scream, the yellow-tongue thrush
About the Author
Liz grew up in Wisconsin, graduated from Northland College in Ashland, Wis., and writes poetry and fiction about rural life. She was a selected writer for the 2015 Loft Mentor Series.