Dinner on Day Twelve

It’s the little triumphs –

 

getting him to latch on the first try,

calming his cries to the point of sleep

so we can make dinner like we used to –

 

that I collect like coveted seashells

(perfect curves, smooth pink bellies)

on this unfamiliar rocky shore.

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