From here, I see the world—

a mother holding her son 

in sepia light 

 

memorizing 

the way his eyes close, 

letting go. 

 

Letting

go the world 

where life’s a mirror 

 

that flickers 

artificial light 

memorizing the dilation

 

of open eyes,

whose lies tell

us who we are.

 

Mesmerized, eternal

weary takes hold

of postpartum glow

 

and the world

reduces the world

infinitely.