i used a colored pencil to mark the seam
against the same heel that 14 years before
pressed against the inside
of my belly and made me giggle with the hope of
what he will be.
I used a hot iron to stiffen the creases
and a needle to press through the fabric
tacking up the hem
tugging at my heart.
what’s a mama to do with the bittersweet seams
on one side, the world
on the other, emptying arms