What The Fuck Am I Going To Do When You Outgrow the Carrier? (a poem)

Me taking a selfie in the mirror holding my baby in a carrier.

Hold you close
Skin-to-skin
The best part of the stage we’re in.
To know your home is just right here:
On top of where you were within.

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