Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
New Mother Alone

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Dumbstruck by birth-lightning,
I stood at the library counter,
my first hour without her.
To the woman with the brown glasses
and sane smile, I announced:
I have a daughter now -- the sentence sparking
through my spine
as she stamped my books with due dates.
I gathered them,
veered back out
onto the sodden December sidewalk,
breast pads slipping loose inside my sweater,
my bottom aching still
with the chronic, astounding
truth of my words.

Andrea Potos is the author of six poetry collections, most recently An Ink Like Early Twilight, New Girl, and We Lit the Lamps Ourselves.

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