Diane Mayr
“Terra in Cognita”
Response
Meg Max
Motherhood in Maps
Inspiration piece
Motherhood In Maps
Enjoy every second of this, here’s your map
a grocery list, forgotten.
They grow up so fast, here’s your map
a parking ticket, unpaid.
Eventually they won’t even like you! Here’s your map
a pile of thank you cards, unsent.
Your map, you look tired, don’t forget to take care of yourself
the mocking chant of your breast pump in the night.
Your map
the spilled milk you cry about.
Your map
cans of formula stacked on the counter.
Your map
a crumpled package of stale cigarettes hidden in your makeup drawer.
Your map
a slip of fortune from last night’s takeout, stuck to the fridge with a small gold magnet.
Your map
reading your baby’s diaper like tea leaves.
Your map
a small burn on the inside of your wrist from the bottle steamer.
Your map
a handwritten recipe taped to saran wrap covering the top of a frozen casserole.
Your map
cans of energy drinks stashed behind the tomato juice.
Your map
texts never responded to.
Your map
being lonely but never alone.
Your map
the internet and everyone on it.
Your map
the expectation that you will bifurcate with ease.
Your map
the scrambled new terrain of your previously hardboiled breasts.
Your map
the exit wound stitches that march along your abdomen.
Your map
the round curve of the north end of their cheek.
Your map
a little dipper of freckles on their left thigh.
Your map
half moon nails, dagger sharp.
Your map
round legs that grow long and walk away.
Your map
love too important to get lost in.
Here’s your map, they tell me
how can you not know where you are going?
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