drmstream[writing]

The first time I held you We were in the hos­pi­tal room before your mother Came out of recov­ery. I was ragged From the chaotic night, the fast change Into oper­at­ing scrubs, the paced urgency Of the nurs­ing staff as they rolled the gur­ney Through the dou­ble doors, two lives Hang­ing in the bal­ance. You were […]