cup. You learn again.
I so loved your wordless pink
mouth warm with milk—
soft folds of neck
wet with it.
You are lengthening
now, into a being
For months after the blood cord scabbed
on your belly, nothing nourished you
that did not first pass through
Look at you in your high chair—the table before you
laid with sweet potato, macaroni
from a carton, milk
from a carton.
Lisa Raatikainen is a writer and music teacher who holds degrees in religion and biology. She lives in Vermont with her family.