the lord said only one by Helen Lei (16, Canada)

​The mother is sullen. Sleepless nights drew maps around her eyes. Enervative months
bulged sacs around her waist. Her fingers tremble from the night before. She feels
exactly where her muscles flexed, where her joints folded, and where her nails clawed
deep. She’s losing focus, so her husband releases it for her.

The 20-inch butterfly pajamas flow down the river.