“In light soft as smoke, light gentle as fronds unfurling; damp to the touch like the unknown curve of cheek & the sweet, unmeasured weight of new flesh, we glide through the rooms— ghosts, premonitions of a past we haven’t written yet, licking the plaster set soft and sticky, sweet pudding in the crease of your spine.” PoetryPoetPoemMotherhoodPoetry QuotesMotherhood Quotes Book:Milk Fever Source: Milk Fever