I love her you know?
I’ve loved in her a way that’s different from you.
Before I had ever seen her face or heard her cry.
They cut her from me,
I could feel the slight tugging,
It’s as if they were tightening the drawstrings on elastic pants.
The way her big eyes got quiet looking at me,
My arms not strong enough to hold her.
They stapled me up as if it were all some dream.
It was worth every snip, every bended staple,
Every cup size there after.