Civil war
a poem about priorities

It’s 9:30pm and my baby is wide awake. It’s been 45 minutes since he was almost asleep. Since he bit me. My nipple still aches.
While dad takes a turn, I read the news. Hurricanes & Wildfires. Police shootings & Protests. Oh, don’t forget about the Pandemic.
But my baby won’t sleep. And the dog still growls at him. What is a priority? How am I supposed to give any of these issues the attention they deserve?
I heard recently that the country could be on the verge of another civil war. That image has stuck with me.
I have no guns. No way to defend my home. My son. We’d die pretty quickly.
But first, I need him to sleep.
words 10 months postpartum photo 16 months postpartum
