Remember when we stumbled through that hotel door
with beef and wine sloshing around inside
You buckled before the burgundy curtain pulsating color
when my gravity-strength moved upon you
Look at our baby She floats while perpetually attached
like a spacewalking astronaut tethered to steel
to your uterine wall at the junction of nutritional flow
Under Sunday’s strawberry moon I bend an ear down to your belly
listen to a heliocentric heartbeat learning to gravitationally grasp life Can your solar tongue shine over the verses
of Bishop and Dickinson and Brooks
I want her to know she will have a voice in this America
Ultrasound pixels display our baby galaxy’s growth
within the sweep of a Mama Universe you call my body