Because you were the one with whom I knew the need
to scream, and cry, unfathomable, come to you to feed.
Like the one who had been there, when rich, in health—
and now such sickness of this heart, diminished wealth
because yours were the breasts I held, loved, blessed
and envied, reliably, faithfully, each night at rest
because you were the one whose girls’ nights out
meant anything but me—at home alone in doubt
changing, glamorous, unnoticed, pearl in shell,
waiting to be pierced, for the wand, the spell.
Because I wanted you to be the one to say
that I look lovely in my dress and pearls
because I wanted you to see the change in me
that makes me wholly one of all the girls
because I wanted you to be the one to hold
my breasts, admiring how they’ve grown
because I wanted you to be the one just there
bonded, welcoming, to this my home.
Like our babies you bore, whose unnerving screams
and unfathomable nights destroyed our dreams.
2013 © Andie Davidson
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